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2nd Floor Common Room | Sunday Morning

Now, like, she knew that Wayne would get his nose right out of joint if she tried taking over breakfast tomorrow but today, now, that was anyone's grab and she was up and at it bright and early, prepping all the food.

Because, sure, they'd been fed at the picnic yesterday but after the first night in a strange new place, well, who wouldn't want freshly made breakfast?

That was Nina's theory anyway.

She had the radio on, playing a bunch of pop songs that she hummed along with as she worked on setting out a spread truly worthy of the name breakfast.

Besides, like, it was a matter of pride since she was teaching cooking this semester…

For those who preferred lighter breakfasts, there was an assortment of yogurts and cereals and fruit that she'd cut neatly into pieces. She had a plethora of breakfast pastries (though those, at least, she'd obtained through a very early morning run to J,GoB) and was making bacon and sausages to go along with waffles, pancakes, and French toast…

It all smelled divine.

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"That's right," she said, with a defiant toss of her head. "Like, I figured, why not?????????????????????? It's not Monday, after all.................."

Now, had she tried this tomorrow, she would've been deliberately starting war over breakfast.

"Can I get you a plate?????????????"

It was not Monday, but tomorrow was, and Wayne had nothing to console him that this was just a one-time thing and not at all a full on coupe...

His squint squinted a little more for a second before he stepped.

"Much obliged!" he said, with that characteristic brusqueness. "What's on the menu?"

Don't tempt her, Wayne. Don't tempt her.

"A bit of most everything," she said cheerfully, already building him a plate. "Though, like, if you want eggs, I'll have to make them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And she had the gall to call him rude on occasion! At least he didn't go trying to steal breakfasts and fucking with tradition!

"...remind me again," said Wayne, giving that wok a suspicious sort of squint, "on what you makin' eggs is gonna entail?"

But how good was a tradition anyway if it couldn't be tested?!

"That depends on how you want your eggs," she said loftily. "But they all involve eggs, if that's what you're asking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And how good was a friend who went and took something that they knew was important to someone and messed it all up for shits and giggles?

"Eggs...." he considered her warily, "and what else?"

Which wasn't very helpful, when she said it depended on what kind of eggs, and so, a second later, he said, "Sunny-side up."

So help him, if that involved anything more than eggs, a little butter and-or-oil, and some S&P....

Excuse you, but she did it merely to spare him the hassle! What was more friend-like than that?

"Soy sauce," she said cheerfully.

Sorry, Wayne.

On the bright side, it was not nearly as weird as it could be.

Oh, yeah, nothin' was a hassle like something that emphatically brought you joy and contentment and comfort.

Wayne just expressed it differently than most.

"Hard no!" Wayne declared.

"I'll be fine without the eggs, thank you kindly."

He was just not going to ask how any of the rest of it had been prepared. A lack of inquisitiveness that was sure to make him an absolute treat for her class coming up.

She still did it out of affection. That much was true enough, sorry, Wayne.

"Then here's your plate," she said cheerfully, adding one extra pancake to the pile before passing it on over to him. "Like, I saw you'd signed up for my class!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She'd been so happy, Wayne!

Wayne took the plate, nodding his gratitude to Nina as he did so in the same breath as regarding that extra pancake with more suspicion than the others.

"How could I not?" he asked. "With a description like that?"

They'd all been made the same way, Wayne. Don't think too hard about it.

Nina giggled.

"I mean, like, it's not wrong................."

If he didn't think too hard about it, would he still even be Wayne? Might have to start checkin' fer gremlin bites, in that case.

"But it would be!" said Wayne. "If I didn't sign up fer it. My hands were tried."

Plus, he wanted to support and encourage his friend, even with all of her fruity loops cooking.

"Well, like, I appreciate the sacrifice you're making anyway," she told him, genuinely meaning it.

Because she was well aware this was going to cause him pain.

He was already feeling the pain, as he went and sat down at the table so he could eat all proper, and poked a little at the pancakes before taking a bit, chewing it throroughly, and swallowing it before saying anything else.

"Ain't no reason to get excited," he said.

Which was ironic, because there was plenty of things that'd cause all sorts of a fuss in that classroom.

It tasted absolutely perfect, didn't it, Wayne? Didn't it!

"We can't all be as calm as you," Nina said airily, giggling because Wayne wasn't calm at all.

It tasted like food, and, really, that's all you could hope to get out of food. Sometimes, you just had to not think about how that food came to be, was all.

Wayne took another bite, chewed it diligently, and swallowed again completely before saying anything else.

"I take it," he started, "you'll be takin' some classes as well as teachin' one, too?"

"Of course!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She was pretty sure that she'd have been forced to even if Iggy hadn't interfered. "I've got, like, two creative writing courses and one other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"...what's the other one?"

Certain sets of characters were just going to keep asking if she kept framing it like that!

Even if this one wasn't sure he wanted to know, considering the possibilities.

She made a noise deep in her throat.

"'How to Tame a Wilful Wife'," she said, after a long pause.

Funny. Wayne made a noise deep in his throat at this news, too.

"I got that one, too," he said, after a long pause that didn't even have to anything to do with chewing his breakfast up properleh.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was taking the class too then, like, Nina would be... okay, she'd be giggling about that.

But she wasn't.

"Like, I don't know about you," Nina said, "but I don't think I'll take too kindly to the idea of being tamed.............."

"I can't imagine that you would," Wayne noted, "and I can't imagine you'd take too kindly to anyone who would try..."

Then, he grunted. "Which brings us to our next point...."

And the pause that followed was significant. It was a pause that could span the length of an ocean, realleh, and there was a squint to match.

"It's a Summer class."

And he had views about Summer classes.

Slightly conflicting views, he'd admit, because while it was thanks to a Summer class that he'd come to realize just how sweet he was on Shuri and all that, they were still Summer classes, and therefor awful.

"Yes, I know," she said, in blithe defiance of his narrative. "It's, like, the only good thing about the class?????????????????"

That wasn't even getting a vocal response, Nina, not even a grumble in Wayne's throat. That was just going to give a side-eye and a squint that said everything his mouth was too polite to let him actually say.

"Summer's really nice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nina protested.

2nd Floor Common Room | Sunday Morning

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