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

[howareyanow]

Wayne should have figured he'd had too many completely normal breakfasts in a row. And that morning was one of the particularleh annoying ones where it started out completely normal, and then went a little weird right toward the end. Because there he was, just going about his usual business of making breakfast in the morning, everything going along accordin' to plan, until he went to actually take the pancakes or the eggs or the bacon or whatever else it was out of the pan and onto a plate.

Because that was when the food suddenly went miniature.

Little mini pancakes. Little tiny eggs. Itty bitty bacon. Normal sized in the pan. Baby sized out.

"So's it's not only gotta be annoying," he grumbled at the food, "it's gotta be inefficient, too, huh?"

Because now he had to make at least twice as much food to equal the usual amount of food he'd put on a plate, and he'd found out it wasn't just the one pan, it was all the pans, and he also had to brace himself for at least a few of the usual breakfast crew probably going around talkin' about how cute all the mini food was.

But there was nothin' cute about inefficiency!

[[ and breakfast is served! Open! ]]

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[howareyanow]

Well, Wayne could definitely be on board with the whole natural and healthy part, considering how therein lied his livelihood, but, perhaps because therein lied his livelihood, he still couldn't help being a little shaken up about the whole concept of how food was to be put together being all jacked up and out of whack in other places in the multiverse.

Granted, until he showed up here, he didn't spend a whole lot of time thinking abut the multiverse in general, either.

"it's spare parts," he said, feeling that phrase more literally now than anything, "that's what it is."

And he almost hated the fact that this idea was coming to his head, underneath that furrowed, contemplating brow.

"You ever just feel compelled to sort of take random food things from around here and throw 'em together just to see what you an' yer weird cooking might come up with?"

[bookbeltof_love]

To be entirely honest, most of Nina's food ventures had been in trying out various pre-packaged things going 'ew, no' and then avoiding them like the plague thereafter.

She looked at him askance. "Like, what sort of things??????????"

[howareyanow]

"Like...what if...." Wayne started, and then, almost as if debating with himself on whether or not he should even entertain these thoughts, or merely just trying to put his thoughts together enough to verbalize them, "...I mean, like, what if....what if you were to go and let's say take an apple, 'kay? And then you decided, well, let's put that in a wok," he'd noticed a lot of woks involved in Nina's cooking, "alongside....I don't know, let's say....a trout and a parsnip, well, then, do you suppose you might actually get anything?"

And so help him if that was actually already a recipe for something in Nina's world.

[bookbeltof_love]

The wok and the pot were... basically... the only things really used ever in Nina's cooking.

Ah, mini-games.

"I don't know," she said thoughtfully. "Like, if you cook salmon and a tomato together, you get pasta.............."