Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [01/20].

[howareyanow]

Well, pitter-patter! Looked like they had at least another normal week come and gone and so far things looked good on this one, too, and that was something that Wayne could really appreciate, as he headed down to the common room to get started on breakfast, checking the fridge, seeing everything that should be there present and accounted for, right as rain.

It was these kinds of mornings that put Wayne in a good mood, because he would always be a sucker for thinging running all proper and the way they were exposed to, but, of course, he'd been here long enough to treat it with some sort of trepidation and expectation that something was about to go sideways, and he didn't know how, but he'd reluctantly be ready fer it if it did.

But for now? Breakfast. Like normal. As you do.

Let's get at 'er.


[[ and open breakfast is open, if a bit uninspired! ]]

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[bookbeltof_love]

Alas and alack for there was nothing out of place or… dare she mention it… made of foam…

"Gooooooooooooooood moooooooooooooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sure, like, Nina had about a million things to do before her class today…

But breakfast was Important.

[howareyanow]

Unfortunateleh, the narrative was written very early in the morning, in that still-sleepy fog where one was wont to forget certain very important things, but that merely meant that perhaps particular details might again resurface when one least expects it.

But, yes, Breakfast was Important. Wayne might go so far as to say (and say it often) that it was the Most Important. And, in Nina's particular case, it might even serve as inspiration.

(Not that she needed it, clearleh).

"Nina!" Wayne greeted her with Wayne-style cheerfulness and a flip of a pancake. "How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

Sleep fog was certainly a compelling and acceptable counterpoint…

"Busy, busy, busy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she sang, with the sort of energy that said, yes, she was busy but she welcomed it. "I won't, like, be able to stick around long today—I've got loads to do before this evening!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But, like, how are you?????????????????"

[howareyanow]

"Ohhhh," drawled Wayne, with a bit of a squint that was wondering if Nina would go off on him appearentleh being weird by pointing out again that busy seemed to suit her, "not so bad. Fix you a plate?"

He had already gotten it about halfway fixed at that point.

"This evening's yer class, isn't it?" he asked. "Need any help?"

[bookbeltof_love]

Busy did suit her and she was definitely going to be weird if it was mentioned again.

"Yes, please," she said primly. "And, like, I don't think I can get any help for this, though your offer's really kind?????????????????????? I've got to do it myself………………"

[howareyanow]

And if you asked Wayne, Nina bein' weird about it was way weirder than anything he could possibleh be bein' weird about in the first place.

But, then again, when was Nina ever not at least just a little bit fruity-loops, anyhow?

"Well," Wayne stated, handing the plate over with a nod, "offer'll stay on the table, if you change yer mind. What've you got planned fer today?"

Asking Nina about her class seemed like a very risky venture, but the same could be said about asking Nina about pert'near anything, realleh.

[bookbeltof_love]

Rude… but also accurate…

"Oh, today's going to be great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said enthusiastically, with a smiled thanks for the plate of food even as she drifted over to get a glass of orange juice to complete it. "Like, today the quest starts in earnest and the compatriots must search for clues as to where the prince has gone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And if that sounded like something that wasn't going to work in a normal classroom, well. Yes.

That was why she was headed there right after she ate.

[howareyanow]

Well, if it was simply a thought exercise sort of thing, or a table top game of sorts, a normal classroom would suit just fine, but Wayne was hardly going to expect Nina to to keep things that simple.

"Clues?" he asked, getting started on the next batch of pancakes. "You settin' it up like some sort of scavenger hunt? Something like that?"

[bookbeltof_love]

Juice obtained, Nina carted her and her goodies over to the couch nearest the kitchen so she could talk at the same time.

"I mean, like, while I know the main story, how they get about it is up to them," she said, all big eyes. "So they've got to work for it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And, please, as if Nina would let it just be a tabletop game.

"So, like, I'm going to drop them in the world of the quest and let them follow the clues!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And then she was going to sleep all the sleep.

[howareyanow]

"Sooooooo," Wayne drawled, slowly, after taking that information, putting it into his brain, and squinting at it a bit, "...a scavenger hunt."

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina paused.

"No," she said, rather sulkily. "That doesn't, like, encompass the true nature of the quest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Prompto would understand!

[howareyanow]

If it took bein' more like Nina's weird skid brother to understand, Wayne would be perfectleh fine in his ignorance on this one.

But still, since he was very much Wayne, he had to ask, "Oh, yeah? How's that, now? What's this all-encompassing true nature of it all that I'm missin' here, Nina, huh?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"You have no romance in your soul," Nina grumbled. "An epic quest is far more than a scavenger hunt, Wayne!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

"Now who says a scavenger hunt can't be epic, anyway?" declared Wayne, who was wondering what Nina had against scavenger hunts, anyway. Just because he didn't run around calling it what it was and not fancifying it all up with romantic language didn't make it any less valid. "It's clean, good, thoughtful fun for all ages; what's not to love about that?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Morning," Shuri said, smiling and heading straight for the coffee.

[howareyanow]

And Wayne shifted a little, just to ensure that she had herself a good, clear path, too.

"Shuri," Wayne said, and there was a hint of a grin in that nod for someone who knew where to look fer it. "How are ya now?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Very well, thank you," Shuri said. "I have two classes today, so a big breakfast is very important."

[howareyanow]

"Most important meal of the day!" Wayne agreed cheerfully, pleased but not at all surprised that he wouldn't need to tell Shuri as much. "What classes've you got?"

And, sure, there were only three, and he could use deductive reasoning and make a pretty good guess with those odds, but where was the fun in that?

"I'm pert'near free 'til Wednesday, myself," he added, "'cept the junkyard tomorrow."

Which he still wasn't sure if he was even technically employed there anymore, but he liked the work, so he was just going to keep on doing it.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Criminal Justice and Creative Thinking," Shuri said. "I'd be extremely bad at pacifism."

[howareyanow]

"Well, wouldn't the whole point of takin' a class be to get better at it?" asked Wayne, who had no idea just how narrowly he'd missed actually being in that class. "Class like Creative Thinking, I'd bet you'd barely even break a sweat."

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Well, it's taught by Doctor Aphra, so I think I'll get in trouble if I work too hard," Shuri said.