Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [09/21].

[howareyanow]

Probably not surprising anyone fer this week, considering the weekend, Wayne came into the common room that morning fer Monday Morning Breakfast to find the fridge was particularly well-stocked with sauerkraut and bratwurst, and, not one to let things like that just go to waste, added a frittata and some hash to the usual offerings and expected pancakes.

And he weren't going to even say nothing about it, either, because, as far as weird things to happen on a Monday morning, that barely even registered as one, so it seemed a bit...silly to go and make a fuss.

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[howareyanow]

It was a silly things and there were no dibs, Nina'd entirely made it up! But he supposed Nina wouldn't be Nina if she weren't making a fuss about something altogether silly...

"Oh," Wayne drawled easily, despite all that, "not so bad! Got a bit of help from the island fer ingredients this week, it seems, but it's all normal, nothing too funny."

Which was his way of expressing his approval to...the island, he s'posed.

[sparkinyou]

"Oh, from the October fest thing?" Miles asked. "That actually sounds pretty good. I'll get a plate from you when I'm completely done washing all of these dishes."

Yes. All of them. All the dishes.

[howareyanow]

And Wayne, for all his attempts at efficiency, could sometimes make a bit of a mess when it came to breakfast dishes...

So he looked at bit skeptically at Miles, wondering if he should just let him do his thing or let him know that he really didn't have to do that, but he'd definitely gathered by now that Miles liked to be able to contribute and help, so he figured it weren't nothing to make a fuss over.

"Well," he said, with a nod, "when yer ready. There's more'n plenty to go around."

[sparkinyou]

"There always is. Just like when you order pizza and for some reason they give you enough for twenty."

[howareyanow]

"You'd think," Wayne mused, "that they'd try'n avoid that, on account of it not bein' a very good business model, givin' away that much extra, but we always do order more, so I s'pose they're doing well enough despite all that..."

[sparkinyou]

"I heard on the radio that most people just work one day a week," Miles also pointed out. "That's just a weird business model as well."

[howareyanow]

"There's not a whole lot of work to go around in these parts as is," Wayne noted with that uncomfortable feeling settling back into his chest that he'd had for far too long after he'd gotten here and found how little there was to actually do, though he'd grown a bit more accustomed to not having so much chorin' to keep himself busy with. "S'pose that helps spread it out a little more..."

[sparkinyou]

"Okay. Good. So I'm not the only one who thinks that is weird," Miles said with a nod as he finished up all the current dirty dishes.

Take that Nina.

"All right. I think I'm ready to eat. What do you think is best?" he asked, grabbing a plate.

[howareyanow]

"Can't go wrong with the pancakes," Wayne said, with a note of pride because that definitely had become a thing for him over his year and change here, moving to dish out those things as he named them off for Miles and his plate if he wanted, "and the hash is a good bet, too. The frittata's not so bad, but the sauerkraut makes it a little different, if yer trying to avoid that sort of thing."

Which Wayne generally was himself, but when the fridge gave you fermented cabbage...

[sparkinyou]

"I'll stick with the pancakes and hash," Miles said gratefully. "And as always, thanks for doing this."

[howareyanow]

"Don't mention it!" said Wayne, as much an actual request as actual modesty, because he did get a little embarrassed and awkward about it when someone made a fuss, which miles seemed a bit wont to do...