fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [12/30].

Wayne had to admit, he was feeling pretty glad that he'd managed to get back to Fandom not only in time to squeeze in one last Monday morning breakfast before both the new semester and the new year (and, it should be noted, he was damn pleased to find out that the tradition had been upheld even in his absense, although, considering the thrill Nina got whenever she managed to 'steal' it from him, he wasn't too terribly surprised, but you didn't need to be surprised to appreciate something!). And, considering the circumstances, he felt it was pretty appropriate for the last Monday morning breakfast of the year and the semester to incorperate some of the weird space food Lana had gotten him for the holiday.

There was, of course, regular Earth food, too, fer anyone who might not like their pancakes blue or their eggs purple or their meat...relatively unidentified, but the point was, there were options, and, in a way, that's what made Wayne feel like it was particularleh fitting, when you got right down to it.

[[ open breakfast is open! With some SP for work warning, because who needs a consistent work schedule, anyway? not me, apparently! ]]

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The quiet was starting to drive Sabine a little nuts, so she was here in the common room this morning.

"Oh, now this looks right." Not that it'll there was any problem with anyone else doing breakfast, but it's been a while.

Wayne took a moment to frown slightly at the piles of usual foods, but just in slightly different hues.

"Please don't tell me you mean the blue pancakes and the purple eggs," he murmured, but, well, Sabine was from space, too, wasn't she? So that did check.

So he grumbled just slightly as he flipped that next egg, before offering out the usual, "Sabine. How are ya now?"

"I mean you making breakfast, but the food actually does look right to me," she smiled. "I'm good. How are you, Wayne?"

"Ohhhh," said Wayne, with the expected but genuine drawl, "not so bad. Glad to hear everyone kept it goin', though, while I was gone."

Truth be told, actually, he was really, really touched by it, and it was part of the reason why he was actually a bit excited to be coming back this time 'round, but he was not the sort of person to talk about that kind of thing.

"Fix you a plate?"

"Sure, thanks. Especially the purple eggs."

She missed them.

"Plenty of purple eggs," said Wayne, loading the plate up just so, "comin' up.

"Compliments of Lana," he added, once the plate was good and full and ready to be passed over, "as part of my Christmas present."

"Thank you," she said, taking it. "That actually feels like a great present for you." That of course he'd pay forward.

Well, Wayne certainly wasn't going to eat all those purple eggs himself, especially considering he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to eat those purple eggs at all. But it would be impolite not to.

"It was a nice surprise," he admitted, especially since, for all he insisted on giving everyone gifts, he didn't usually get a whole lot himself, and most of the time, people just went the easy route with flannel shirts. "Don't imagine they celebrate Christmas out in space, so it was pretty consider of her, realleh."

"No, we don't," Sabine nodded. "But Lana's pretty thoughtful like that."

Shhh it was fine.

"You threw a good party, by the way."

"Weren't too bad," Wayne allowed in an agreeing tone. "Fer last minute an' everything, but it's tradition. Wouldn't feel right without one, even if I had one back home, too."

"Oh, so you do that every year?" she asked.

"A'yeahwelluhuh" Wayne said, more sounds than words, seeming to not know exactly which note of confirmation to settle on, and then his shoulders twitched up in a shrug. Like he was trying to emphasize that it was no big deal, certainly nothing to write home about, and finished with a nod. "S'tradition, so..." Another shrug, a bit of a squint, "yeah."

"I like it," she said simply.

"Sabine." Lana nodded. "Good morning."

"Hey," Sabine returned. "Nice job with Wayne's present."

Lana grinned. "Thank you. He gave me a book about why milk is white, and a stuffed blue cow, so it seems bizarrely appropriate."

"It's definitely a theme," Sabine said. "I wonder what he'd do with food coloring added to regular milk."

"Probably ask what the point was," Lana said. "It wouldn't taste the same as real blue milk, though. Still, if we wanted to leave him guessing..."

Troll someone? What, her?

It'd be positively un-Sithlike!

"It is an option," Sabine said, totally innocently.

"We'd have to find some good colors," Lana said thoughtfully. "Well, you're the artist; what would you suggest?"

"I'd say pink but I think that actually exists here." Was Sabine going to try it sometime just based on the color? Yes! "Green should get a decent reaction."

"They have pink?" Lana asked. "I thought it was all white."

"It's a syrup. They have chocolate, too, so the milk looks brown. But he's probably seen those," Sabine explained.

"Oh, right." Lana nodded. "But they don't have green? So many things here are green, it seems like an odd omission, but it works in our favour."

Lana was actually curious if her gift was going to be used for this, so she was definitely showing up. And grinning.

"Good morning, Wayne. This looks delicious as always."

"Here's to hopin'," Wayne chirped out stoutly, "it tastes as good as it looks."

He was leaning pretty heavy on the whole idea that he could prepare the food she'd gotten him the same way he prepared their Earthling counterparts, because if he had to cook 'em like Nina cooked her food....looks like they were starvin' that morning.

"Lana," he then added, with the usual nod, "how are ya now?"

"Well, thank you," Lana said, nodding back. "And you?"

It was always just close enough to make him twitch with everyone, wasn't it? Well, except Vette. She was the only one that actually figgured it ouwt.

"Ohhh," he drawled, "not so bad. Fix you a plate? Then you'll have to let me know if I did right by yer space food."

Because fucked if he knew how space food was 'exposed to taste.

"Please, thank you," Lana said. "It looks and smells lovely. I'm sure you did fine. Have you tried it yet yourself?"

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