Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [08/10].

[howareyanow]

In his experience keepin' up this whole Monday morning breakfast tradition (for well over a year now! Who'd've thunk?), Wayne had sort of figured there were three kinds of tom-fuckery that were likely to occur fer those days when tom-fuckery was going to just up and happen: there was the kind that sort of spread over the whole island, which were generally speaking more rare these days, as they tended to be pretty weekend-heavy and were over come Monday morning. There were the ones that seemed pretty common-room-specific, where there was something particular wrong with the stock afforded to him for making his breakfasts, like an abundance of broccoli or all the eggs turning green, something like that. And then there was the third kind, the kind that he figgured he might as well dub 'the Nina Effect,' where he started out cooking something like normal, but when he went to put it on the plate, it came out completely different from what he'd expected it to be.

In his estimation, the third one was the worst one, because it was unpredictable and a firm display of how things Should Not Work, and yet, there they were.

This one seemed to have an added element of Number Two in there, too, since Wayne had noticed an awful lot of graham crackers and chocolates and marshmallows in the cupboard that morning, which he had tried to ignore. Which is probably exactly why the place decided that every pancake he made, no matter how he made it, wound up being s'mores pancakes.

Which were, of course, an abomination, but what could you do? That was just island tom-fuckery for you right there.

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