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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[crack_that_whip]

And now she was going to totally call her Thuri.

"I can help," Trevor ventured. Don't let him help, Wayne. He'd burn everything. "I can make... porridge. I think."

HE GREW UP WITH SERVANTS.

[howareyanow]

Wayne was feeling pretty proud and important with his own role as helper, so he couldn't help being a little suspicious about sharing all that glory with someone else. Especially when...

He narrowed his eyes at the other boy a little.

"Ya think?"

Not very reassuring there, bud!

[crack_that_whip]

"I've stirred it." It burned. He wasn't sharing that part.

[howareyanow]

"Then you kin be in charge of the thirring!" Wayne decided, firmly, like he was the boss, although he knew he had to defer to Shuri on that matter, because she was the biggest, and therefor she was really the boss, but if he could try to be the boss a little bit, he was gonna take the chance.

Then he considered the stove, where he assumed this porridge would be made.

"We might need a thool," he decided. "Er a chair..."

[crack_that_whip]

Trevor beamed in a way that no one would believe in the future. No one.

"I'll get one!"

[howareyanow]

If only Wayne could have known what a rare event he had just witnessed.

For now, though, he was mostly just content and confident that this kid was likely a much better chair-fetcher than he was a porridge maker, and gave an approving nod. "Well, den, pitter-patter. Let'th get atter."

[crack_that_whip]

"What was that?" he asked, nose wrinkling in confusion as he dragged a chair on over.