Second Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Shuri was still fully grown and while she wasn't Wayne and didn't have his skill with pancake making, she could toast the heck out of a frozen waffle.

Come on down, small children who shouldn't be left unsupervised near the stove! Auntie Shuri will let you put on allllll the maple syrup.

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[howareyanow]

"I'm Wayne!" he said, with a great deal of pride for such a little fellow, shoulders squared and chin held up importantly. And then his eyes started to drift curiously toward the counters. "What're ya makin'? D'ya need help...Thuri?"

Her name just had to have an S-sound in it, didn't it?

"I'ma good helper."

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"I would love some help," Shuri said. "Can you see if there's any fruit in the fridge? We can make a salad."

[howareyanow]

Wayne's face lit up at the opportunity to help, because, like he said, he was a good helper, and now he could prove it! He nodded again, and started rushing over to the fridge, but stopped himself, because they were inside, and there was no running inside, so he looped his thumbs in his beltloops again to do a much more acceptable amble on over, then opened the door to look inside for a moment, nodded at his findings, and then shut the door (gotta keep the fridge door closed! They weren't tryin' to refrigerate the outside!) to turn squarely to Shuri to make his report.

"There'th thrawberrieth, cantoloupe, blueberrieth, rapthberrieth, and I think..." He squinted a little. "...a kumquat. And mebbe thome bananas, heck, I don't know."

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Bring them all over but the bananas," Shuri decided. "They always get squashed and gross in a salad. Take two trips."