Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/13].

[howareyanow]

Wayne didn't know everyone's feelings about turnips, really, but he was hardly one to refuse nice, fresh produce when it was available to him. Which meant that breakfast that morning was definitely a little turnip-heavy, but y'wanna know what? Weren't nothing wrong with a good turnip every once in a while.

The abundance of fruit on the island right now made for a good counterpoint to it, too, which meant more crepes because who didn't love a good crepe with some fresh fruit, although Wayne himself might be a little more likely to avoid it on account of the fact that it was summer and he really didn't trust a whole lot of randomly growing fruit on trees around here in the summer. But his little farmboy heart couldn't just let all that nice looking produce just go to waste.

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[mother_forker]

"What is with this happy elevator music everywhere?" Eleanor complained as she walked into the common room carrying her breakfast from J'GoB and coffee from the Perk. "It sounds like Eric Clapton on quaaludes."

[howareyanow]

"Fuck if I know," said Wayne, who had long since learned to just not question some things. "But I s'pose it could be worse..."

He glanced over, took note of the unsurprising fact that she'd brought her breakfast, and nodded.

"Eleanor. How are ya now?"

[mother_forker]

"Well. I'm not alkaline," Eleanor said informatively as she tried to subtly read a piece of paper she had hidden behind her hand. "Which is any of various bases, the hydroxides of the alkali metals and of ammonium, that neutralize acids to form salts and turn red litmus paper blue."

She seemed very triumphant about being able to google that for you Wayne.

"And how are you doing? Ugh. Are those turnips?"

[howareyanow]

Which was funny, because Wayne was looking a bit triumphant...or at least smugly satisfied...that he'd clearly gotten you to look all that stuff up herself, Eleanor. Look who went and learned something.

But he felt he hid it well by turning his attention to flipping another pancake.

"Ohh," he said, "not so bad. And can confirm. Seemed there were more'n enough of 'em available to warrant a little fresh produce on the menu."

He had no idea.the fortune he may have been just throwing away on breakfast.

And, of course, though he figgured he already knew the answer, he asked, glancing over with a brow, "Fix you up a plate?"

[mother_forker]

"Thanks Wayne, normally I would have said yes but there's way too many turnips around," Eleanor said happily. "So I'm just going to eat my turnip-free pastries which I purchased myself using some weird bells I found in my oversize pockets."

...

"There's a ladder in my pockets too. I don't know what the fork is going on."