Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [08/31].

[howareyanow]

Wayne didn't get a chance to chat with many of the newbies on picnic day, meaning he didn't have many chances to let them know about Monday Morning Breakfast, but, hopefulleh, the breakfast would take care of letting them know itself through the power that was cooking aromas working its way through this school's odd kind of ventilation system. Or word would get around somehow. Or he'd just have a lot of leftovers for the week, and that was okay, too, though not exactly optimal.

Honestly, though, by Monday morning (though a bit of a later start than usual since he wound up with a class first period; that was hardly going to stop breakfast, though!), he was mostleh just feeling glad that, when he came into the common room, all the stuff he'd gotten for it was there and just the way he'd left them, there wasn't anything weird going on with any of the equipments or cupboards or dishes, no abundance of weird ingredients, no lurking gremlins, no nothing out of the ordinary....which was a little out of the ordinary, but Wayne, who was about 95% sure this island was going to try and fuck up the first Monday Morning Breakfast of a new semester, was not going to complain!


...not about that, anywhey!

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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[grayskollar]

"That sounds great, thanks," Adora said, heading over to the fridge.

No, she wasn't actually aware that her metabolism was a little frightening.

[howareyanow]

Well, Wayne had just watched little tiny Eleanor Shellstrop put away at least three not-exactly-stingy plates of pancakes in an astonishingly short amount of time just one week prior, so it may be a moment before Wayne caught onto anything disconcerting, and just dedicatedly went to fill up a plate with the typical Some-of-Everythihng special.

"One of the new kids, right?" he asked, once the plate was set and he went to pass it on over to. "M'Wayne."

[grayskollar]

Adora took the plate gratefully. She'd even figured out most of these foods looked like ones that required cutlery, so Wayne was spared the sight of her trying to eat it all barehanded. Okay, so she had wrapped the pancakes around the bacon and was using her fingers for that, but she was at least taking bites instead of just stuffing the whole thing in her mouth.

"Adora," she said between bites. "Yeah, guess I am."

[howareyanow]

Wayne s'posed there was a certain kind of...efficiency I'm that, at least? And tried not to squint too uncomfortably about it.

"Well, then," he said. "Welcome to Fandom, Adora. I do breakfast here every Monday morning, it's tradition," and you don't fuck with tradition!, "assumin' I'm able, anywhey."

[grayskollar]

"So every week?" Adora double checked. If she was stuck here, it was useful to know these kind of things.

[howareyanow]

Wayne nodded. "When I can. Hard to plan around times I might not be able to fer some fucking reason like I've got no opposable thumbs or all the pots and pans are stuck in the ceiling again."

[grayskollar]

"That happen often?" Adora sounded more curious and less like she though she should be checking Wayne's food for illicit substances.

[howareyanow]

"Often enough," said Wayne, with more than just a little ire in his gruff voice about it, "to warrant me mentionin' it."