Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/25].

[howareyanow]

If it wasn't one thing, it was another, and it was always something with this place, wasn't it?

Because Wayne, in taking the time that morning to gather all his ingredients and get things all set up to do some major breakfast cooking for the start of another week, found himself glaring and squinting and growling into the open refrigerator.

"What happened," he declared, to no one in particular, because he was the only one there at the moment, nary even a gremlin to be found, "to all the orange juice?"

He was sure it had been there earlier that weekend when he checked to put together his breakfast shopping list, but now there was no sign of any of it, not even the rarely touched 'super extra chewy pulp' one.

Another rumble escaped him as he shook his head to show the refrigerator how much he disapproved of these OJ-related hijinks, closed the door, and got to cooking, soothing his disappointment a little with the reminded that at least it wasn't the coffee that'd gone and just up and left like that.

[[ idk. it's open!! ]]

Comments

[white_oleander]

Astrid could definitely be okay with making this breakfast thing before her first class a regular habit; if anything, the mere scent of it alone practically carried her up from downstairs into this common room, putting to mind a cartoon where the character was lifted from the ground by their nose.

She...may have also had a bit too much to drink at the party, and had considered just skipping class for the pool today, but breakfast definitely inspired her to at least get out of bed. And fight the temptation to go immediately for the coffee maker.

[howareyanow]

Wayne was not at all surprised to see Astrid enter the room with that kind of look on her face, as he remembered distinctly and handwavily in my head because DON'T JUDGE ME her remarking to him at length about the dog on the label of a bottle of Gun'N'Bru and how a full bottle made it look like they were drowning, and so they should drink more to save them.

You were a bit spare parts, there, Astrid.

But all the same, he nodded to her as she came in to give the requisite single response to make a thread before being eaten by other things, "Astrid. How are ya now?"

[white_oleander]

"Hungry," Astrid said,.hand to her stomach which gurgled in a way that contradicted that, but she figured some nice breakfast food would hush that up. "And really starting to appreciate you making breakfast. Did you need help at all?"

She really wasn't used to the whole idea of someone else actually making her food. Claire tried, but it rarely worked out the way she planned.

[dauntlessdragoon]

Freya had been noticing the scents of breakfast from the common room these last few weeks, but this week seemed to be the first time she was able to check it out since she really did need to get out more. Her nose twitching as she sniffed the air, she wandered into the common room before setting out for her explorations before her class, and considered not only the others in the room at the time, but also the massive amounts of food that Wayne appeared to be making.

"Do you make breakfast every Monday like this?" she wondered.

[howareyanow]

"Can confirm!" said Wayne, flipping the pancake currently in his pan with a little bit of extra pride, before getting into the brass tacks of a proper morning greeting. "Freya." He nodded to the rat girl, who he mostly avoided looking at because it made him a bit uncomfortable thinking about all the rats he had to kill around the farm because, well, they were pests and whatnot and it just had to be done, but he'd never exactly had to square up with one taller than even he was before. "How are ya now?"

[dauntlessdragoon]

"I'm alright," said Freya, honestly enough, "thank you. How are you this morning?"