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]

"Ohhhh," Wayne drawled with the requisite neutral squint, "not so bad."

Which wasn't even entirely true, he was feeling quite a bit better'n that, but that was just how these things went.

"Why so tired?" he asked. "Vacation fatigue?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Vacation fatigue plus time change. Why can't time stay consistent here?"

Maybe she wasn't used to planet hopping these days and she was annoyed that she didn't bounce back as well as she should.

[howareyanow]

"Because back during the War," said Wayne, as if 1) there hadn't been two of them and 2) he had actually been there (which, for the record, he had not), "Germany thought to themselves...they thought....'y'wanna know what? We're in the middle of a war, let's try to save fuel by maybe kickin' up the clocks forward for an hour, that'll give us more time to use the natural light and waste less 'lectricity in our daily lives,' and they got Daylights Savings Time started up, to mixed results on'n'off ever since. 'Specially since, turns out, it doesn't even save much energy or fuel at all, in the long run."

Thank you, Mr. Random Knowledge about Random Things and google.

"It's not," he added, taking on a note of almost personal offense, "due to farmers. Contrary to pop'lar belief."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"And they just kept it going anyway?"

Because the wars he'd probably be talking about were kind of too long ago for it to make sense to be a thing.

[howareyanow]

And it didn't even make a whole lot of sense back then, either, realleh.

"Every year," Wayne's tone took on an ever so slight musing quality, "'round this time, there's always talk of gettin' rid of it, but hardly anyone ever really follows through with it. An' y'wanna know what's funny?" Nothing in his voice seemed to suggest it was even remotely giggle-worthy, and his head tilted, his eyes in a thoughtful squint. "No one ever complains when it comes 'round the other way, in the fall, when you get the hour back."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Well, they are getting something back that was stolen from them," Sabine reasoned.

[howareyanow]

"So it's basically taxes," Wayne noted, "but fer time."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"That actually makes me hate it more," said Sabine, who had never paid taxes on purpose.

[howareyanow]

"I s'pose," Wayne ventured, "you could be a conscientious objector, an' just not participate, but that could get a little awkward. Jus' being an hour behind everyone else in everything."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"And what if there was something I wanted to see on live TV?" It happened sometimes even in 2020! "Good luck in that case."

[howareyanow]

Did they, though? Did they really?

Wayne quirked a brow at her.

"Guess that's just the risk you've got to run," he said. "Conform to societal expectations centered around an outdated and ineffective rule that exists based solely on the purpose of majority agreement, or....miss yer live show."

Pause.

"That you could download or record or just follow Daylights Savings fer that specific moment, because, fuck, Sabine, who's even watching live TV anymore? It's 2015."

It was not 2015, not in this timeline, or even Wayne's home timeline.

But that was the running joke.