Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [11/04].

[howareyanow]

Well. Let's see.

All the food Wayne had picked up for breakfast in the morning was present and accounted for. The milk was the right color (for Earth, anywhey), there was no blood in the coffee (fake or otherwise), the lights worked, the stove worked, the only critters that seemed to need being accounted fer were the usual radio squirrels...

Looks like it was a fine day for breakfast, one without anything too squirrelly goin' on, and so that put Wayne in a pretty good mood and maybe even made him a little hopeful for a nice, quiet sort of week after all the Halloween nonsense. Even if it did mean all his classmates would wind up just bored and needing to explore other parts of the dorms, he was absolutely fine with just a nice normal morning with some nice normal breakfast, and he'd preferred it that way, too.

It'd be nice if the rest of the breakfasts for at least this month could be that way, but Wayne defintiely wasn't bettin' the farm on it.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Tisarwat, after the fact, didn't know why she bothered to regard the box Eleanor brought with her with interest. She should have known it would be some sort of food that would be eaten with her bare hands, and probably messily, too, but sometimes, you just had that little, completely unfounded glimmer of hope inside...

One that died very quickly, and Tisarwat shook her head and focused back on her plate filled with foods requiring (well, honestly, around here, she wouldn't be surprised if someone did eat eggs and pancakes with their fingers!) utensils and generally trying not to pay attention to Eleanor, lest she be completely put off her appetite.

[mother_forker]

"Hey-"

Damn. She really needed to learn people's names some day.

"-how's it going?" she said as she noticed that the glazed doughnut had left a bunch of sticky sugary mess all over her two fingers. Not wanting to waste a napkin she licked her fingers clean before picking up another doughnut.

Sorry Tisarwat. Well, Eleanor isn't but the mun is.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Yes, because gods forbid we use napkins for their specific intended pupose.

Tisarwat sighed, vowing that she needed to be better about just blatantly ignoring some things, but, hey, when someone came into a room with a box of things, you couldn't help being intrigued for at least a moment, but that was all that was needed to spark an interaction. And even though Eleanor was being the epitome of rude right now, Tisarwat found it difficult to be rude back by just ignoring her.

She'd just keep her eyes dedicatedly on her own plate and her tea.

"Not bad," she said into her cup. "You? How's, erm...your breakfast?"

Besides messy and uncivilized.

[mother_forker]

"Perfectly healthy with no karmic debt owed to anyone cooking breakfast for a bunch of people," she said cheerfully. "How's that cup of dirty water?"

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

Eating with bare hands, licking fingers, and now this? It was almost too much, Eleanor; what little faith Tisarwat might have had in you was quickly diminishing with few signs of ever being able to revive itself.

"It's tea," she said, a bit firmly, mostly from her own effort to not just gawk over the idea that anyone could be that uncivilized. "Not dirty water."

And then she found an awkward hesitation, between what she knew was proper and what was smart. But still, she'd just feel bad if she didn't at least offer. The road to civilization had to start somewhere...and it was typically frowned upon to start with just simple eradication.

"Would you like some?"

Maybe if she offered to put shrimp in it?

[mother_forker]

Eleanor made a face. "Nah. I'm good. I have coffee and doughnuts. They really pair well together," she said before taking another bite of her doughnut. A chunk of doughnut fell on her shirt which she then picked up and shoved into her mouth.

[lilac_eyed_lieutenant]

If you really thought about it, one could make an argument that coffee was much dirtier water than tea was, but Tisarwat was not going to make that argument now. She was just going to gently make a suggestion that she was fairly certain would go ignored.

"Would you like a fork?" she asked. "It might make it easier to get the food to your mouth, and there are plenty in the drawer."