Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [07/27].

[howareyanow]

Even though it'd only been a week since things had been a bit fruity loops around here, a part of Wayne was almost feeling like things had been too normal, and weren't that an odd thought just there? But he'd been here on this weird little island for over a year, it wasn't really that surprising that he'd get acclimated to its quirks and whims and feel a little compelled to have something a bit more interesting than the normal sometimes fer his Monday mornings.

He thought about messing with the pancake batter with colors or sprinkles again, but that didn't have quite the same appeal when he knew Nina wasn't likely to be around to complain about them.

He'd done crepes, he'd done omelettes, he'd done quiches, he'd done breakfast pizzas, even. He'd almost felt like he was running out of new ideas....

...which, in turn, only reminded him that, realleh, if it weren't broke, then why bother go fixin' it, and time would come 'round where he'd have no choice but to do something different and weird because the island was actin' up again, so he should appreciate the simple while he could, nodded resolutely, and, with that small little morning insight, got to cooking.

Only to discover that all his pancakes appeared to be coming out of the pan with faces on them.

"...well, fuck."

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[white_oleander]

And the usual sleepy Astrid eventually wandered upstairs and into the breakfast room, with a small expectant rumble in her belly for the food itself, but with a mind focused only on procuring a cup of coffee, first and foremost.

And offering an equally sleepy greeting to the room as whole. "Morning..."

[howareyanow]

Wayne might have been momentarily distracted. He was never one to usually be squeemish about eating anything with a face, but these particular faces seemed to just stare back at him from his stack of prepared pancakes with those unmoving smiles, and it was maybe just a bit...unsettling.

But he turned away from where he was frowning down at them for a moment to offer Astrid a nod. "Astrid. How are ya now?"

[white_oleander]

"Tired," Astrid answered, a little ruefully, as she poured coffee from the pot into a mug. Which was funny, because she'd been sleeping much more lately, but, after the whole lake thing, it hadn't been very restful sleep.

"You?"

[howareyanow]

"Ohhh," Wayne drawled, as per usual. "Not so bad.

"Fix you up a plate?" he offered, with that strange feeling settling over him that they somehow never seemed to get much further than beyond this point in their interactions, even though, obviousleh, they did, it's just the details of it always seemed just a tad bit...handwavey, fer some odd reason, fer lack of a better term.