fandomhighdorms | Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/08].

If there was one good thing to say about Nina's class, it was that it certainly made Wayne a little more toleratin' and slightly more accepting of the fact that, sometimes, when you cook...at least around here...some things are going to happen in ways that you don't expect them to. Like mayo in cheesecake. Or in boozy buns.

Or, in today's case, the odd phenomenon that was everything he was making just ending up as a breakfast pizza.

Pancakes? Started out fine. Flipped just fine. But as soon as he took it from the pan and onto a plate? Pizza.

Eggs? Scrambled, sunny-side-up, over-easy, poached? No matter what, pizza.

He even cut up some fruit, went to put it in a bowl, and what did he get? Fuckin' pizza!

At that point, he just gave up and figgured, well....looks like they were having pizza fer breakfast today. Ain't no reason to get excited.

Although it was a pretty good reason to get irritated as hell. Especially considering that when he said everything was turning into pizza, he meant everything. He'd put off making coffee that morning, terrified of what the results might be, but curiousity got the better of him, and as he went to grab the pot...pizza.

Shoulda fuckin' known better.

[[ open breakfast is open! come get some 'pizza'? idk. ]]

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Having embarked on her own bit of personal creative writing last night, Astrid had considered skipping classes that day, but she also felt oddly revived by her dismantling of her mother's letters, and the energy meant she wasn't going to be able to just sit still sketching in the preserve or float around staring at the ceiling down in the pool today. So classes it was, and getting up just a little bit earlier than they started to snag some breakfast.

"Smells really good," she noted, because it always did, and the smell of a good breakfast first thing in the morning was definitely one of those little moments in life to be appreciated. It also worked as a 'good morning' for a person who wasn't much of a 'good morning' greeting kind of person.

"If it's gonna insist on being pizza," said Wayne, his bruqueness distinctly irritated about it as well, "which, by the way, one could argue isn't even really pizza, just pizza-shaped, pizza-esque, or pizza-inspired....then the least it can do is smell really good."

And then Wayne flipped a pancake, though he wasn't sure what the point was if it was just going to end up a pizza once it left the pan.

But there were more important things to worry about, such as...

"Astrid," he then greeted, all proper and what have you. "How are ya now?"

"Better than you, by the sound of it," said Astrid, with a note of amusement, and an understanding that this was just sort of how Wayne always sounded. And then she was close enough to get a better look at what was going on. "Why pizza, though?"

"Good morning!" Elli said cheerfully.

She didn't really have a reason for being cheerful except that she just was and that was a good enough reason, it really was.

Well, that might all change in a moment or two now, depending entirely on how Elli might feel about foods that shouldn't be trying to pass off as pizza.

Forcibly.

But they'd get to that all in good time, and Wayne nodded at the girl as he launched into the expected proper greeting from his station at the stove.

"Elli. How are ya now?"

"I'm wonderful, thank you!" she said, smiling at him. "And how are you today, Wayne?"

[Sorry for the sloooooow. It's being A Day.]

"Oh," said Wayne, in that quick way he did when he was definitely just saying it to be proper and not because he entirely meant it, therefore wanting to get the polite pseudo-truth out of the way, over and done with, "...not do bad."

Followed just as quickly by a somewhat wincing, "Fix you up a plate?" to get this part done and over with quick as could be, too.

[[ I figured as much. Don't even worry about it~~ ]]

"Morning, Elli," said Astrid, who was currently eating some of whatever this coffee pizza was because she'd mostly just wanted coffee and toast and some eggs, but apparently, this was what she got instead of coffee.

It was a little weird and probably not even the least bit healthy, but Astrid didn't care. It was hard for her to be bothered by much of anything that morning.

Freya seemed a bit thoughtful as she made her way down to the common room to see what Wayne might be cooking up for breakfast today, thinking a little about the man who had just...washed up on the beach yesterday, and about that initial surge of hopefulness she felt that it might have been, finally, the person she was looking for.

It would be a bit ironic, in a way, wouldn't it, if, after all this time, he just wound up washing up on a beach some day? It would definitely make her feel better about justifying her stay here, though she supposed she'd just need to have faith. And patience. And maybe spend more time on look-out over the beaches from here on in...

"Good morning," she greeted, with a nod the others in the room, lifting her snout a little as her nose sought out the scents. "How is everyone today?"

"Oooh, pizza!"

At least someone was cheerful about it?

Shuri's enthusiasm was met, of course, with that deeply disconsolate growl in the back of Wayne's throat that made it quite clear what he thought about all this pizza fer breakfast, but, if there was anyone to turn him around on the idea, it would probably be Shuri.

Then again, he'd be willing to bet a prize heifer on the fact that this enthusiasm would only last until she saw what this pizza thing was doing to the coffee.

But that bridge was one they'd cross when they got to it.

And though he considered launching into a testiment regarding how, technicalleh, one could argue the pizza-ness of these breakfast pizzas, he decided to skip all that fer now and stick with the always proper, rarely problematic, "Shuri! How are ya now?"

"Very well, thank you," Shuri said, kissing his cheek.

That would change when she found out about the coffee situation.

Wayne may have actually been mildly terrified of what would happen once she did discover the coffee.situation. He was half wondering if he should pit Astrid or Elli in charge of pizza-ing to make the quickest emergency Perk run known to man.

But concerns and his own disapproval of these breakfast shenanigans were softened by kisses on cheeks, it was a proven fact.

"Fix you up a plate?" he offered, perhaps a mere humble attempt to delay the inevitable.

"That would be lovely, thank you," Shuri said. "How have you been? I've been stuck in an engineering black hole for T'Challa. He's being very specific in his requests."

"Oh," said Wayne, mostly out of habit, but that didn't make it any less true, "not so bad...."

Then, his head quirked marginally with interest as he handed over Shuri's plate of pizza-shaped breakfast.

"What sorta specifications?" he asked. "Or is that gonna be considered Top Secret?"

Shuri made happy noises as she bit into the breakfast pizza. "Is there hot sauce around?" she asked.

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