Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [09/07].].

[howareyanow]

If Wayne was a little more inclined to pay attention to American traditions, he might not have been as surprised as he was to find that the stove in the kitchenette of the third floor common room had been replaced by a grill, nor would he question the fact that the common room was definitely doing its 'nudge Wayne in a certain culinary direction ' thing by providing a lot of beef and buns that morning.

As it was, he just thought it was a little excessive, because he'd just been doing grillin' fer the party that weekend.

But, never one to shy away from the challenge of what the island seemed to want to foist onto him (not these days, anywhey, not anymore...), he just readjusted accordingly, and got to work, making a breakfast that was a little heavier on burgers than pancakes, though he did manage a bit of those, too, as well as the usual variety of things, fer all the variety of palates that went beyond the favored 'just fill up a plate' approach.

[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

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[x_discospider_x]

"On the one hand," Troy announced as his feet seemed to magically carry him over to the common room, "it is way too early for this, but on the other hand, I also do not care, breakfast smells awesome. Hook me up, Flannel."

[howareyanow]

"It's Wayne," said Wayne, because Troy hadn't really earned nickname privileges, but he still nodded as he flipped a burger and continued with, "Troy. How are ya now?"

[x_discospider_x]

"Hungry!" Troy answered, with a little bit of a laugh and a flash of an obviously expression. "And are those burgers? For breakfast? Oh, man. This school! Am I right?"

Someone may have picked up on how that seemed to be a popular conversation topic around here, and he held up a hand for Wayne to get him on the upside for that one.

[howareyanow]

Wayne looked at that lifted hand, considered disregarding it on principle, but, sighing, reminded himself that it would be impolite and held up a hand in response.

He wouldn't leave a fella hanging, but he wouldn't do any of the work for it, neither.

"There's burgers because there's a grill and that's what the common room decided to give me," he said, "and there's no point in lettin' it jus' go to waste. Fix you up a plate?"

[snowdroplace]

"Good morning!"

She was still tired from her party on Friday but that was no excuse on Monday to not eat breakfast or spend time with people in the common room.

[howareyanow]

"Elli!" said Wayne, from his usual station in front of the unusual grill. "How are ya now?"

[snowdroplace]

"I'm good, thank you!" she said, surveying the... situation... before asking, a bit tentatively, "And yourself?"

[howareyanow]

There was a little bit of a...twitching to Wayne's squint before he seemed able to respond, with a determined sort of, "Oh, not so bad. Fix you up a plate?"

[x_discospider_x]

"Oh, hey," Troy looked over after a big bite of breakfast burger and a necessary swipe of a napkin, because these things were kinda messy. "Elli, right? From the party?"

[snowdroplace]

"Yes," she said, smiling. "That's right--and you're... Troy, right?"

Goddess, she hoped so. It would be so incredibly rude to get his name wrong.

[x_discospider_x]

"Yeah," Troy grinned easily at that. It was kind of novel for him, really, to be somewhere that there might be uncertainty as to who he was. "Troy. You have a good weekend?"

[grayskollar]

And as if summoned, here was Adora with a hopeful expression on her face. "Morning!"

[howareyanow]

"Adora!" said Wayne, who hoped he was remembering that name right, as he worked on a fresh egg for the next sandwich. "How are ya now?"

[grayskollar]

"Good." Beat. "Hungry."

Subtle, Adora was not.

[howareyanow]

At least it seemed a popular answer so far. And at least she didn't try to high-five Wayne over it, either.

"Good thing we've got food, then!" he remarked. "Fix you up a plate?"

[grayskollar]

And again with the comically fast crossing over the room. "Thanks!"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Yep, definitely the start of a new semester," Sabine said when she came in and found people in here before her.

[howareyanow]

"Sabine!" Wayne was clearly in breakfast-robot mode, which was fine, it suited him. "How are ya now?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Good. How are you? Busy?" she asked.

[howareyanow]

"Oh, not so bad. No busier than usu--," Wayne started, stopped, reconsidered. "Well, mebbe a bit busier'n usual, but it's nice to have a busier breakfast again.

"Fix you up a plate?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Sure, thanks," she said. "So how was the first week of classes for you?"

[howareyanow]

Wayne took a moment to think about it, finished loading a plate, and then handed it over to Sabine.

"No complaints!" he realized. "Fuck, that's a nice change of pace. What about yours? Good si far?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Good so far," she said. "Of course I may just be happy to keep having normal weeks for a while."

[howareyanow]

"Save for the whole tom fuckery on Saturday," Wayne mused, "and this whole thing with the grill this morning, it's been a good week. A great week! Even my classes are normal...'cept maybe the science one."

It said a lot that turning into a dinosaur for a class period was not especially remarkable for him anymore, realleh.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

It said about as much that glitter snow and grills didn't count as part of an abnormal week anymore, but rather were just things that happened.

"What's with the science one?" Sabine asked.

[howareyanow]

Well...they sort of were, at this point.

"...we drank potions," and wouldn't the teacher just love to hear it being called potions, "that turned us into dinosaurs..."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I hate that I'm not more surprised," Sabine realized.

[howareyanow]

"Almost seems a bit...tame," Wayne drawled, his forehead frowning very deeply over this observation.

[legionqueen]

And there was Jules whose player had a holiday Monday off for the first time in forever, making her way into the common room with Camden at her side.

"Good morning, Wayne," she greeted as she found herself a spot on the couch, Camden flopping down on the floor in front of her. "What's for breakfast?"

[howareyanow]

"Breakfast burgers!" Wayne announced stoutly, giving one such burger a flip. "Seems the island's still in a bit of a barbeque mode from the party this weekend. Fix you up a plate?"

[legionqueen]

“Of course!” Jules replied. “Are burgers not usually a breakfast food?” she asked. Sure, she’d been here over a year, but there were so many different kinds of foods available that she’d never had while on Fennbirn that it didn’t hurt to ask, she figured.

[howareyanow]

"Not traditionaleh," Wayne admitted, with the slightest suggestion that it might have hurt to admit to breaking tradition in his voice, but it was infinitesimal, while he put together a plate for Jules and one for Camden, too. "But we have the gri, and we had the beef, best not let it go to waste."

[legionqueen]

"Well," Jules said. "I know you'll probably disapprove, but I'm sort of... known... for breaking with traditions back home," that was certainly one way to put it, "So it'd be a little hypocritical of me to disagree with it happening here, I suppose."

[howareyanow]

This news certainly didn't settle very comfortably with Wayne, although he couldn't say he was too terribly surprised, and he expressed as much with a low grumble of a response as he tried to figgur out just what to say about that idea.

Good thing he had plating to focus on for the moment, then he handed the plates over.

"You don't fuck with tradition," he then said, looking pretty much anywhere that wasn't at Jules and Camden, "where I'm from..."

[legionqueen]

“And what about when those traditions are hurting people?” Jules had to ask. Maybe a little heavy of a conversation for breakfast, but, well. It was a valid question.

[howareyanow]

"Well," said Wayne, after a looong moment and a cycle of marginally different squints, "I s'pose there's good traditions...and there's bad..."

But obviously you just stuck with the good ones and ignored and decried the bad ones as not realleh tradition. Like Valentine's Day. Fuck Valentine's Day...

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"How are ya now?" Shuri asked, bouncing into the room and grinning at Wayne.

[howareyanow]

Now that was how it was done!

"Good!" said Wayne, who even had enough of a grin on his face to prove it, even if the evidence did call for a little bit of close inspection. "N'you?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Very well," Shuri said. "Mondays are my favorite days now! All the science!"

[howareyanow]

"And you do like your science," Wayne, and his mastery of understatement, noted. "And an important day requires the best of the most important meal of the day! Fix you up a plate?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Please," Shuri said. "It smells different today."

[howareyanow]

"'Cause it's burgers," Wayne explained, sounding slightly dismayed over the break from tradition, but, at the same time, he at least knew it would still be good, because, fuck, could he grill a burger. "Guess the island figgured I didn't get enough grilling done at the party..."

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Shuri laughed. "Well, I prefer savory to sweet for breakfast myself anyway."