Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [04/06].

[howareyanow]

Wayne was just a bit skeptical about using the eggs that morning, since he'd opened each carton up to a colorful array of dyed and painted ones, but the eggs themselves seemed fine after one experimental batch, so he figured it was just the island doing it's thing.

"Yer a bit early, there, bud," he said, to...the eggs, he s'posed.

But, then again, next monday would be too late, and it was better too early than too late.

Either way, there was breakfast, and a sense of relief that it was only the outsides of the eggs that were painted.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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[bookbeltof_love]

"Goooooooooooooooo mooooooooooooooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And being afraid was probably, ah, slightly prudent because despite the early hour--and Nina was slightly early today--Nina was already trailing glitter like it was her job.

[howareyanow]

Just because something wasn't surprising (and was perhaps a little expected) didn't mean it wasn't getting the old side-eye.

"Nina," said Wayne, nodding to her finally after a lingering, suspicious sort of squint at the trail of glitter in her wake. "How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"I'm fantastic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she bubbled at him, beaming. "How are you?????????????????????"

[howareyanow]

"Ohhhhh," Wayne drawled, as to be expected, also not surprised by Nina's choice of answer, but also growing slightly more concerned because of it, but, then again, he reasoned to himself in the length of time it took to really drag out that 'ohhhhhh', it was Nina, and it was a pretty typical Nina choice of decriptor...

"..."

There was a lot of thinking being processed in his head just then.

"...not so bad. Fix you up a plate?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Yes, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said, delighted by this normal, every day sort of occurrence, even as she headed over to the fridge to get her orange juice because that, too, was tradition.

[howareyanow]

And, as they all knew, you don't fuck with tradition.

Wayne loaded up the plate as per usual, with all the expected fare, wondering if Nina might be one to notice the colorful shells leftover from the cooking process or if, for all he knew, all those eggs they kept putting in their ice cream where she was from all looked like that anywhey.

"Did you know," he then said, offering out the question as he offered out her plate, "that yer leaking glitter?"

After all, if he was leaking glitter, he'd want someone to tell him about it. It just seemed the polite thing to do.

[bookbeltof_love]

“Yes, I know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” she said cheerfully as she took her plate. “I’ve been up for aaaaaaaages getting things ready to sell tickets for Prom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

She was going to leak glitter all week!

[howareyanow]

Well, wouldn't that be a fun time fer the janitor, then!

(Although, to be faiiiirrrr..........he was prob'ly pretty used to it by now).

"Ages," Wayne repeated, with a particular pedantic quirk of his eyebrow, "Nina? Ages? 'Zat so?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Ages and ages," she said blithely, with the air of one who suspected she knew the problem and was just going to double-on-down on it! "And--ohmygosh why are the egg shells painted??????????????????????"

Sorry, Wayne.

She'd gotten sidetracked.

[howareyanow]

Welp. That answered one mystery, he s'posed.

"'Cause I imagine," states Wayne, turning his attention back to the next batch of pancakes, "they're getting themselves prepared fer Easter."

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina considered the eggshells.

Then considered the eggs on her plate. They looked normal.

"Aren't they, like, supposed to be chocolate????????????????"

[howareyanow]

A low grumble escaped Wayne, as he now thought about the fact that they had probably only narrowly escaped being stuck with just chocolate eggs fer breakfast that morning.

Thank goodness for small graces!

"Now these," he said, in an attempt to explain, "are supposed to be painted eggs. Dyed eggs. Those are entirely different from chocolate eggs, which aren't really eggs at all, just chocolate shaped like eggs."

Because that was sure to be helpful, right?

[bookbeltof_love]

But, for once, Nina wasn't trying to Ruin His Life by playing dumb!

"But, like, there's the candy coated eggs that are all different colours????????????????? That are chocolate inside???????????????"

She was just honestly confused.

[howareyanow]

Not that Wayne would know the difference!

"Multiple kinds of colored eggs," Wayne stated firmly, "can co-exist simultaneously, Nina! Figgur it ouwt!"