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might not have been as surprised as he was to find that the stove in the kitchenette of the third floor common room had been replaced by a grill, nor would he question the fact that the common room was definitely doing its 'nudge Wayne in a certain culinary direction ' thing by providing a lot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! ]]

Comments

[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!"