Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [04/20].

[howareyanow]

There was, thankfulleh, nothing gone funny about anything with breakfast that morning, much to Wayne's satisfaction, and he'd really come to appreciate those mornings when he could just come in, make breakfast, and not have anything untoward happen or anything too odd or, worse, silly going on.

It did come with a small side helping of suspicion, though, making him wonder if the island was just being easy on breakfast leading up to the summer, but they did say you should never look a gift horse in the mouth. Or, he s'pose, in this case, never take a proper pancake, expected egg, super sausages, or correct coffee fer granted!

He'd have to help himself to hearty, healthy heaps of helpings hitherto his hungry horde's habitual h'arrival.

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

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[bookbeltof_love]

That... that was an impressive amount of alliteration, it really was.

"Moooooooooooooooooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina said, wandering in and still looking half asleep.

She was probably going to eat breakfast and then go back to bed for a few more hours. Hush.

[howareyanow]

Aggressive alliteration always affected an abnormal appreciation and adoration....anywhey...

"Nina!" said Wayne, reaching for a plate already. "How are ya nkw?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Sleepy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she declared, though she was in high spirits despite that. "And how are you???????????????????"

[howareyanow]

"Oh," said Wayne, and it held a sincerity in there that the rote reply didn't always require, "not so bad. Fix you up a plate?"

You know, like the plate that was practically finished amd already being handed over.

"Sleepy why?" he then asked, with a quirk of a suspicious brow. "Or am I better off not knowin'?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Thank you," she said, smiling as she took the plate. "Breakfast sounds heavenly right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And, oh, like it was Bus Dean's birthday yesterday so Prompto and I went all out in decorating his place??????????????????"

Nina considered that.

"With," she added, with a flourish, "his wife's permission!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sure, Miss Rory had only given her permission after she'd caught them at it but that was just quibbling about details.

[howareyanow]

The one brow settled, though the other seemed to lift in its stead.

"Got a bit of a knack fer that whole 'decorating fer birthday parties' thing, don't you?"

If it sounded critical, then that was just because that was how Wayne always sounded. Having been the recipient of that particular skill at one point not too long ago, he actually meant it a bit complimentarily.

With regards to Nina, anyway. Her brother? ...meh.

[bookbeltof_love]

"I like it," she said, only a smidgen defensively because she was more interested in pouring herself a glass of orange juice and putting syrup on her pancakes than arguing with him right that second. "It's fun making things look nice and having other people be happy????????????????????"

[howareyanow]

To that, Wayne gave a nod. "Do what you love," he stated, "and you'll never work a day in yer life. You seem to have a good hand fer it, too."

Best birthday party he'd ever had, anywhey, but, well, it's not like the competition had been stiff.