Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/22].

[howareyanow]

No kitchen utensils and pots and pans all up on the ceiling. No everything turning into pizza. No weird colored food or blue milk (save for the little bit kept around for those who were into that sport of thing). Just a nice, normal breakfast, the way God (and Wayne) intended.

And, fuck, it was nice to have a good, normal breakfast around here.

At least nice and normal for the time being, but, realleh, that was all anyone could hope for 'round here. So Wayne got to work, got to cooking, and got to getting the week going right.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

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[white_oleander]

"I'm okay," said Astrid, who then smiled faintly for the fact that it was true. She'd been feeling okay for a good few weeks now, ever since she finally sent that letter of reassembled words to her mother and felt an odd sort of freedom that hadn't even frightened her. Well, maybe a little. But that was well beyond her now and she took in a deep breath to help wake her up a little as she pour herself some coffee. "You?"