Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [08/03].

[howareyanow]

Welp. Hopefully no one out of the (somewhat dwindling) usual suspects had a nut allergy, because it appeared that the common room was beset with nuts that morning.

And by beset, Wayne almost meant overflowing, because opening up the cabinets and being greeted with no small waterfall of almonds and cashews and acorns, pistachios and chestnuts and filberts, that clattered to the floor at his feet and caused him to just sort of look at all the nuts and sort of hope that the squirrels, at least, would be hungry that morning, because that was a lot of nuts.

Nuts that would not be making it into his breakfast, because he already had the usual menu plan, and he honestly wasn't feeling very much like he wanted to trust cabinet nuts today. But he certainly wasn't going to stop anyone if they felt a bit more inclined.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

"What happened here?" Sabine asked, like a reasonable person with eyes.

[howareyanow]

"The common room's," Wayne said staunchly, with a frown of disapproval at the room as a whole, "gone nuts."

...wait for it...

"Literaleh."

The look he then passed over to Sabine looked downright doleful, as far as Wayne-spressions went, but he nodded, as was proper.

"Sabine. How are ya now?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Uh, I'm okay. Are we doing anything with the nuts?" she asked.

[howareyanow]

"If yer feelin' so inclined," Wayne stated, already pretty much putting together a plate for Sabine without even asking this time around, "...go nuts. I'm sure Fosse'll appreciate not having to clean 'em up later."

As if he himself would be able to just leave them without cleaning them up.

"As far as breakfast goes, though," he admitted, now with a plate ready for Sabine and handing it over if she wanted it, "I figgured we could do just fine without all the cabinet nuts."

And fridge nuts. And oven nuts. Coffee maker nuts...

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Thanks," she said, taking the plate. "Is it not annoying working around the nuts?"

That is in fact what she said.

[howareyanow]

"Well, it's not ideal," said Wayne, testily, though not at Sabine so much as at the nuts, "obviousleh! But," he squinted down at a scattering of pinenuts near the stack of plates, "it could be worse!"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"How so?" Sabine asked, looking down to see what she'd just crunched under her boot.

[howareyanow]

Wayne just sort of looked at Sabine for a moment, hoping she didn't want an honest answer to that, because there was no honest answer that went well with eating.

"Never worked in a barn, then, have you?" he guessed, instead.

[white_oleander]

Astrid thought about sleeping in that morning rather than going upstairs for breakfast, but she felt the pull of a depressive swing that had hit her about halfway through the party on Saturday that she was all to aware of the reasons for, and lying in bed only seemed to make thoughts she'd rather ignore roll around in her head. A snowball, rolling downhill, gaining size as it picked up doubts and insecurities...

So she was there.

And so were...nuts?

"Fandom?" she asked, by way of greeting, since that seemed the most logical conclusion.

[howareyanow]

"Can confirm," muttered Wayne in something that was half-grunt, half-grumble, and 100-per-cent flower. But that wasn't stopping him from flipping a pancakes, nodding his head.

"Astrid. How are ya now?"