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]

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."