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3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

Nina had dithered that morning.

Like, maybe, just maybe if she put it off for a bit, Wayne would show up and it would be like normal and—

Ugh.

Stealing the common room, stealing breakfast, was no fun when there was no one on the island to steal it from…

But, like, still. It was tradition.

And, really, Nina needed to eat breakfast anyway…

So she turned the radio on to jingle-y carols about a holiday she was sort of hit-or-miss about the meaning of and, in the name of breakfast, in the name of Wayne, in the name of she was hungry…

She was making breakfast.

And if that breakfast was leaning heavily towards French toast, yogurt, and fruit, rather than pancakes and sausages and eggs, well… so there, Wayne.

[Open breakfast is open!]

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Okuyasu came into the common room, wearing an apron and carrying two bags of breakfast supplies in his arms.

"Oh!" he said, pleasantly surprised to see Nina in the common room already. "I... I guess we had the same idea."

He went to set down the bags. It really was a tradition.

"It felt wrong to not have breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina admitted, with a bit of a laugh.

It… it really was tradition.

"Oh my gosh, though, like I'm sorry I stole your idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She was not super sorry about it though. In fact, the fact that she'd stolen it from someone made her happier.

"Oh no, it's fine," Okuyasu said, with a happy shrug. "I mean, more hands make lighter work and all that. Plus it means I can save some of this for next week. At least the stuff that won't spoil."

"I'm just glad we're keeping things happening. I think he'd like that."

"You can definitely do ~~post~~ breakfast next week," she said brightly. "And, like, I hope he'd like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But if he found out he'd probably be all squiiiiiiiiiiiiint and 'of course it kept happening, it's tradition!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' about it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

A beat.

"Fix you up a plate????????????"

Okuyasu chuckled. "Yes, yes he would," he said, then nodded to Nina's question. "Yes please! I'm sure whatever you've made will be lovely."

He folded his hands and leaned back against a counter. "It's very nice of you to do, too. How've you been? Classes end up okay?"

Because she felt that Okuyasu wasn't the sort of boy to be satisfied with a breakfast made of mostly yogurt and fruit, he was getting definitely a plate that skewed towards the 'pile of French Toast' side of things.

As she put it together, she considered his questions.

"I've been, like, okay??????????????" she said, which was a muted sort of response for Nina but, really, between Prompto haring off and Vette barely being around, she was a bit down. "Classes have been pretty good!!!!!!!!!!!! Miss Kitty's computer class is always interesting and Miss Verity and Liam's class is hilarious, while Bus Dean is always the best."

Nina was a little biased. Bus Dean was her favourite teacher.

"Ta-dah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said, presenting him with his plate. "There's syrup if you want it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Some people eat French Toast with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Because it was delicious that way.

"Oh, no, fruit is good enough with that for me," Okuyasu said. "I like sweet things but if you eat too much sugar your tummy can hurt."

Big, butch man saying 'tummy' was always a little odd, but that was Okuyasu for you.

"...there's a teacher named Bus here?"

Throwing stones about that was a bit of hypocrisy when your name was 'Billions Rainbow-Village'.

"Well," she said, giggling, "I call him Bus Dean, but his real name is Anakin Skywalker……………."

But, like, he answered to Bus Dean at this point, so…

"Oh! Skywalker-sensei," Okuyasu said with a nod. He was in that class, after all.

"I always feel like he's testing us but not about school stuff, but real life things. Like how we react and treat people."

He stated this fairly basic observation like he had made a very deep insight into it all.

Sabine came upstairs with the Santa hat that, if she took it off, was only replaced by another Santa hat, and looking very annoyed by it.

At least she was still cute.

"Morning."

"Gooooooooood moooooooooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina chirped, beaming.

Her own hat was set at a jaunty angle over her curls and Nina had, like, given up on making it go away and was now rolling with it.

Her smile faded a notch as she noticed that Sabine was looking grumpy. "Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaabiiiiiiiiiiiiiiineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, what's wrong?????????????????!"

"Hat hair," she said, honestly. Her helmet was why she kept her hair short! "You're rocking the hat, though."

Nina giggled.

"Can you really tell if you have hat hair when your hat keeps coming back???????????????" she asked whimsically. "And thank you, how it looks now totally does not encompass the dismay I felt upon discovering it."

"Not a fan?" Sabine said.

"It was not what I'd have chosen," she admitted. "And, like, it meant I had to change what I was wearing too………."

Because Nina wasn't going to clash, no. Her forest green skirt and cream-coloured blouse were nice and all, but not what she'd planned on wearing…

"You look cute, I promise," Sabine assured her. "We'll get through this day."

Nina heaved a deeply put-upon sigh.

"Yes," she said, having to smile, as she put together a plate for Sabine, "but what will tomorrow bring?????????????????"

"...Holiday walruses?" Sabine guessed, and shrugged. "It really could be anything."

"And whaaaaaaaaat is a walrus??????????????" Nina asked, offering Sabine a plate of breakfast.

"Thanks," she said, taking the plate. "Walruses are sea creatures. They're big, with whiskers and tusks. They're kind of great-looking."

………….

"Are we talking, like, great looking like the porgs??????????????????????????" she ventured, after a moment of trying to put Sabine's description into 'great'. "Or, like, more like, the gremlins………….."

Because 'great' could go so many ways.

Sabine set her plate down for the moment to pull out a phone and google it, then turned the screen so Nina could see it.

"They have character."

"Ohayo!" Okuyasu said with a little wave. "That's a very jolly hat you've got on." He was going to laugh but then he noticed the white pom-pom in his periphery.

"...wait when did I put that on?" he said. This is the work of an enemy Stand ran through his head, like it did every time Fandom weirdness happened.

Welcome to the more annoying whims of Fandom," she said. "Now try taking it off."

Okuyasu reached up with a hand, and then paused.

"Is it going to bite me?" he asked, before touching the hat. He really didn't want to lose a digit to a fight with a hat.

"No," Sabine said, "it's a hat."

Okuyasu finished reaching up and pulled off the hat, only for a hat to remain on his head.

"...what."

He did it again, then again.

"...do you think we could box up all these extra hats and sell them for profit?"

"Not on this island, considering we can generate our own for free,0 Sabine reasoned. "But maybe off island, if people aren't Christmassed out."

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