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fandomhighdorms2020-01-13 05:35 am
howareyanow) wrote in fandomhighdorms2020-01-13 05:35 am
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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [01/13].
There were, as far as Wayne could tell, two very important, very good things about this week's breakfast:
Number A: No one was kidnapped (as far as he could tell), so people would hopefully be more likeleh to show up fer breakfast again.
Number B: More people meant fewer leftovers!
But, mostleh, it was Number A that was the big one, and Wayne got to work, as usual, whipping up the expected spread of breakfast foods to put on everyone's plate, though he had to admit, it was kind of a shame that none of the new kids decided to stick around so there wouldn't be any new mouths to feed this time around. He rather liked introducing new kids to the Monday Morning Breakfast tradition, but he s'posed he couldn't really blame 'em too much, either, considering there was a time when he'd have been right there with them on that first portal on out of here not too long ago himself.
Funny how that could change, realleh...
[[ it's breakfast! it's open! ]]
Number A: No one was kidnapped (as far as he could tell), so people would hopefully be more likeleh to show up fer breakfast again.
Number B: More people meant fewer leftovers!
But, mostleh, it was Number A that was the big one, and Wayne got to work, as usual, whipping up the expected spread of breakfast foods to put on everyone's plate, though he had to admit, it was kind of a shame that none of the new kids decided to stick around so there wouldn't be any new mouths to feed this time around. He rather liked introducing new kids to the Monday Morning Breakfast tradition, but he s'posed he couldn't really blame 'em too much, either, considering there was a time when he'd have been right there with them on that first portal on out of here not too long ago himself.
Funny how that could change, realleh...
[[ it's breakfast! it's open! ]]
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Ah, yes, the greeting of a happy, happy Nina!
She bounced into the room exuberantly.
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"Nina!" Wayne had his own brand of Wayne-esque cheerfulness back, it would seem, in that brusque bark of a response, reaching over already to grab a fresh plate. "How are ya now?"
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It was always nice when you say it and actually mean it, too.
"Fix you up a plate?"
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First class, first class!
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He was actually thinking it noteable that she said strength, and not just because Nina saying something like 'I've got to keep my energy up' was a bit like someone saying 'I've got to keep my breathing going!' It was, generally, something that just happened all on its own.
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Even if, like, that meant she'd have to give her all to an empty room.
Which would be horrifying and yet she kept thinking about it.
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He'd been a little distracted, mabbe, and understandableh so.
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"Yes," she said, beaming. "I'm teaching this semester!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Sure. 'Teaching'.
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… but accurate.
"It's called Tactics: Pancake!!!" she said, fetching herself the orange juice from the fridge. "It's, like, about navigating situations in the midst of wartime!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Which was not inaccurate but was also not entirely accurate either…
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Wayne had zero faith in the hiring practices of this particular instituion.
"Tactics: Pancake?" he asked, the frown now creasing his brow, as he went and handed over the plate of Breakfast: Pancakes over to her. "What do pancakes and war have anything to do with each other, Nina?"
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"Well, like, originally, I was planning to sign Grumpy Bus Driver up for teaching it," she said, since that was a thing she was totally willing to do to other people, "and he had this thing about pancakes and flatcakes and stuff like this, I never really got it," nor had she tried; she'd just picked a thing vaguely adjacent to him, "but then, like, he left and I already had the greater part of the whole thing planned out anyway and……………."
Nina shrugged a little.
"They let me teach it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
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He was pretty sure he and Vette resolved that war ages ago, and he'd won it.
Or, at least, Vette had let him win it because she knew he was too stubborn to just give up.
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"I mean, like, it's the Evil Lord Flatcake trying to ruin the Kingdoms of Pancakeia and Crepelandia?????????????????? Like, when trying to talk about tactics I wasn't going to pick places that actually exist??????????????????"
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Needless today, she was feeling much better this week and was very eager to get on with breakfast as usual, without anyone kidnapped or weird toys or incredibly bad headaches.
And tea, of course. Plenty of tea. Perhaps, too, an eagerness to catch other breakfast-goers and get their opinions about a certain Friday class.
"Good morning!" she greeted the room as a whole. "Would anyone like some tea?"
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Just as it should be.
"Tisarwat! How are ya now?"
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...but today was not that day, and she dutifully poured the tea from her flash into his mug, only making a small face about it, even.
"Better than I was last week," she said, "I can tell you that much. And I wasn't even involved with everything that went so disastrous, either! What about you, Wayne? How are you this morning?"
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Whichever few of them were actually running last week, all things considered.
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She'd already gotten in the habit of bringing one of her nice cups from her teaset for her, after all.
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Well, Tisarwat herself didn't remember it; she'd actually never been there or tried that tea. But she had memories of it, all the same.
Either way, she was now handing the cup over to Nina.