Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [03/09].

[howareyanow]

Pitter-patter, let's get at 'er!

'er in this case being breakfast back on schedule and back to normal as per usual. And since Wayne had already done the 'flavors of the trip' inspired breakfast beforehand, and, if he was honest, he was a bit sick of Filipino breakfasts at this point, it was back to the old classics, with an emphasis on some nice fluffy pancakes and plenty of maple syrup, just like God (or at least Wayne's northern Northern American sensibilities) intended.

It was also kind of nice to get back in the kitchen himself, too. Restaurants were nice and all, but Wayne had always been the type to prefer just doin' something himself rather'n have someone else do it fer him. And it was a good way to get things set back on track fer the good ol' usual day-in, day-out.

Fer the most part, anywhey, because who the fuck knew when the island'd give that a little run fer its money.

[[ and open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

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[howareyanow]

And Wayne, really, could appreciate that kind of precision, especially on a day meant for getting things back in line with the usual pace of things.

"Nina!" he responded back, right on schedule. "How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

He didn't really want to know, did he?

"I'm great!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said blithely. "And how are you??????????????????????"

[howareyanow]

Well, technicleh speakin', it was just a greetin', but if Nina wanted to share, well, then, he'd want to listen.

But then would Nina really want the criticism and unsolicited advice that would go hand-in-hand with listenin'?

"Oh," he answered, easily enough, "not so bad."

And there was just a moment of enjoying the simplicity of a proper exchange before moving to the next bit.

"Fix you up a plate?"

[bookbeltof_love]

… Probably not, let's be real.

"Yes, please," she said primly, wandering over to see what he was making today. "Ooooooh, everything's looking especially good today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

"Good to know," Wayne said, giving the current pancake a good flip before adding it to what was already on the plate he'd started putting together even before he finished asking if Nina wanted one, "I haven't gotten rusty in the week off! And here's to hopin'," he nodded to her as he handed the plate over, "it tastes as good as it looks!"

[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm sure it does," Nina said, though she was still going to take that plate over to add a bit of syrup to her pancakes and dump some fruit on them as well, just because she could.

And get herself a glass of orange juice.

"Can you, like, imagine though, if everything tasted just right but for the wrong food???????????????????"

[howareyanow]

For a moment, Wayne felt a small pang over how sad that orange juice looked without a proper umbrella in it.

A sadness that was completely abolished by why what had just come out of Nina's mouth just now.

He squinted at her, grumbling slightly as he ventured into ascertaining if she'd meant exactly what he thought she did.

"You mean," he asked, "if the eggs tasted jus' like perfect pancakes, only it didn't look like pancakes, it still looked like eggs?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Right!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said enthusiastically. "And, like, then the pancakes tasted like bacon and the bacon tasted like orange juice which then, like, tasted like eggs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina considered her juice.

"Okay, like, maybe not that last one………."

Because that was kind of gross.

[howareyanow]

It was all gross.

"Fuck a duck, Nina!" Wayne, whi had been hoping against common reasoning that that hadn't actually be it, grunted. "Now why would you go and say a thing like that?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Because I thought about it??????????????"

Duh, Wayne.

"And, like, it wouldn't ruin your cooking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she continued earnestly. "Like, it would all still taste delicious?????????????????"

Just so, so very wrong.

[howareyanow]

"Because foods should taste like what they're exposed to taste like!" Wayne declared. "If I bite into a pancake, it should taste like a pancake, not bacon, 'cause if I wanted to taste bacon....I'd jus' eat bacon!"

He then gave a particularleh definitive huff.

"Figgur it ouwt."

[bookbeltof_love]

"I mean, like, the whole point of this would that it wouldn't be something you chose to have happen to you...............," she noted, unperturbed at his grumbling.

[howareyanow]

Well, she should be used to it by now.

And she'd probably been expecting it anyway.

"I don't think," said Wayne, "there's a whole point to any of this, Nina."

[bookbeltof_love]

And she adored him for all of it.

"I mean, like, it's about breakfast," she said earnestly. "And you're always saying that's important no matter what............."

[howareyanow]

He was always sayin' that, and he'd still stand by that, even if the eggs tasted like bacon or the pancake like eggs or the potatoes like strawberries...

If, though, Nina. IF!

Wayne leveled a particularly squinty squint at her.

"Y'know what this is, Nina?" he asked, and nodded at her. "What yer doin' right now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

Of course she knew what she was doing!

"Brightening your morning with my effervescent presence and delightful commentary?????????????????" she asked cheerfully, taking a bite of her pancakes.

[howareyanow]

"Yer askin' fer trouble!" Wayne corrected brusquely. "Plain an' simple! At least when I come in here Monday next and find the coffee tastes like breakfast sausages, I'll know where to point my finger!"

[bookbeltof_love]

"But Wayne," she said, "if that's the worst trouble we get all week then, like, that's really good for the island!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So maybe you should be thanking me instead!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

"Hard no!" said Wayne firmly. "Trouble's trouble, Nina, whether it's big trouble or little trouble. And jus' because you get little trouble doesn't mean there's not big trouble on the way. Most it'll do is just postpone it fer a bit!"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Like, I don't think you're supposed to go borrowing trouble," she noted, cutting another bite. "And that sounds an awful lot like that????????????"

[howareyanow]

Almost as if that was exactly what he was tryin' to say!

"Way ya go," Wayne said, nodding again, this time in an encouraging way. "Almost there..."

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina gave a squint of her own at him.

"But, like, talking about weirdness isn't borrowing trouble," she mused. "Why, it's just being prepared in case there is trouble!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So close, yet so far!

[howareyanow]

"But yer prob'ly not just talkin' about it, Nina!" Wayne countered grumpily. "Yer more'n likely jus' givin' it ideas."

[bookbeltof_love]

"Ideas are supposed to be shared, though????????????????" she said doubtfully.

[howareyanow]

"Good ideas, Nina! Not bad ones!"

And, true, what was a good idea or a bad idea could sometimes be heavily influenced by the person giving Wayne the idea, but food looking like they should and tasting like they should was a hard, firm bad idea no matter which way you were goin'.