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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[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.