Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [09/28].

[howareyanow]

It was hard saying goodbye to old Gus yesterday (well, and Katy-Kat, too, but that was diff'rent!), and Wayne had almost considered maybe keeping him around, but the farm was easily the best place for the bo, but it had still been nice to have him around for the weekend and get to introduce him to a few people, too.

But now it was back to business as usual, and breakfast as usual, or at least breakfast as usual as well as it could be when all he seemed to have were tiny knives and tiny pans and tiny plates...

So breakfast might be a while today unless you were lookin' fer some...lighter fare, which was why there was also a box of doughnuts on the table fer everyone to hold them over in the meantime.

[[ and open breakfast is open and tiny! ]]

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[sparkinyou]

When Miles awoke this morning he felt.... weird. His bed was soaked from sweating all night and when he put on his pants they didn't fit any more.

In fact he seemed to be about six inches taller than he was yesterday.

Did I have a growth spurt?

...

Why are my thoughts so loud?

He shook his head and reached for a plate. "Morning."

[howareyanow]

Well. The tiny plates probably weren't going to help with the whole growth spurt feeling, now, were they?

"Miles," said Wayne, surprisingly diligent and patient and delicate with pouring pancake batter from a tiny bowl into a tiny pan to make the tiniest pancakes ever. "How are ya now?"

[sparkinyou]

"All right. I guess."

Why am I so sweaty

The plates were very tiny. And now there were five of them stuck to his hand.

"Did everyone get bigger?" he asked as he tried to remove the plates from one hand only to get them stuck to the other hand. "And why is everything so sticky?"

[howareyanow]

Sticky was definitely one of those words that could put Wayne into a nearly instant squint of disapproval, and he looked up from miniature breakfast work so Miles could know it. And then looked him up and down a bit, before looking at all his tiny untensils.

"Looks like jus' you, bud," he said, returning diligently to work because it was going to take a lot of tiny cooking to feed the likes of Adora and Troy at this rate. "As fer the stickiness? Well. That sounds like a personal problem."

One that definitely sounded like it ought to be kept to one's self, 'specially at the breakfast table!

[sparkinyou]

This is so weird

"This is so weird," Miles said trying to shake the plates loose from his hands but not having any luck. "I thought it might be a Fandom thing."

What if this isn't a Fandom thing? What does that mean?

[snowdroplace]

"Goddess!" Elli gasped, her hands flying to her chest. "Miles, you've grown!"

[sparkinyou]

It's that obvious?

You're six inches taller, Miles. It's hard to miss.

"Uh. Yeah," Miles said looking down at his pants. "Is anyone else tall? Because that's totally a Fandom thing right? Everything gets tinier and we get bigger?"

Miles felt the sweat gathering around his eyebrows and dripping down his nose.

Is it hot in here? Why am I so sweaty?

[snowdroplace]

Elli frowned as shock made way for actually looking at him.

"I haven't seen anyone else who is... tall. Are you alright?" Elli asked. "You're sweating."

Did he have a fever? Should she bring him to the clinic?

[sparkinyou]

"I thought it was just hot in here," Miles said desperately trying to pry some tiny plates off of his hands.

And that's when it struck him.

"So it's just me?"

[mother_forker]

Screw you and your loud thoughts, Miles. Eleanor was hungry.

"What's with the tiny plates?" Eleanor said marching in and looking annoyed. "Tiny pancakes? Seriously?"

She let out a long irritated sigh.

"Fork it. If that's all he's serving."

Seeing that Miles had most of the plates on his hands she immediately started to try and pull them off.

[sparkinyou]

"Hey! Careful!" Miles objected. "They're stuck to me!"

[mother_forker]

"Gimme it you brat!" Eleanor shouted. Because damn it those tiny pancakes were tiny but no doubt delicious and if she had to have them she needed tiny plates.

[sparkinyou]

"I don't want them!" Miles said flailing about and-

Oh. That wasn't good. He accidentally put his hand on Eleanor's head.

And he couldn't pull it away.

"Oh, no."

[snowdroplace]

It was a bit sad that Ann and Karen had had to go back but truthfully, Elli was still riding the happy high of having seen them.

"Good morning!" she said cheerfully.

[howareyanow]

"Elli," said Wayne, nodding with the general thought of nodding at her, but the tiny breakfast was taking most of his attention as he tried to carefully fry some tiny eggs, "how are ya now?"

[snowdroplace]

"I'm wonderful," she enthused. "And yourself?"

There was a bit of a pause as she took in the teeny, tiny nature of his work.

"...the island?" Elli ventured.

[howareyanow]

"Oh, not so bad," Wayne put that part out there quickly, especially on account of it not exactly being the most truthful thing at the moment, and then he could move on to a more truthful, more commiserating grumble.

"...the island," he confirmed, considering what little little offerings he had prepared so far, his tone gone a bit doubtful.

"Fix you up a plate?"

[snowdroplace]

"Yes, please," she said, though she hoped he wasn't going to be annoyed that she was... also going to have a donut.

Because, um. Well.

"Did you have a good weekend? I saw you with your dog--I'm so happy he came to see you!"

[bookbeltof_love]

Nina poked her head into the common room, surveyed the situations going on-----yeah, like, there was both Wayne's food thing and then whatever Miles and Eleanor were doing and, with a burst of laughter pulled away from the room.

"I'm going to the Perk!!!!!!!!!!" she called, bouncing off to do that.

She wasn't getting involved in any of that.

[howareyanow]

"Nina! How ar--"

Yes, Wayne had started the greeting when he pretty much felt Nina coming and arriving at the door, and managed to somehow get that far into it before he stopped, blinked, and realized she was gone.

Well! One less plate of tiny food to make, he supposed, and Miles an' his stickiness was creatin' enough ruckus to last them the better part of a week, anywhey!

[grayskollar]

Adora was in an exceptionally good mood this morning, for reasons largely, but not entirely, related to the massive hickey (or hickies, plural) on her neck.

"Morning, Wayne, how are you?" No, she had no idea about any Miles related chaos.

[howareyanow]

Wayne was almost so taken aback by more than one word leaving Adora's mouth at a time that he didn't even think to be mildly uncomfortable over her getting what he considered the proper greeting almost but not quite right.

But it was close enough that the only response was a somewhat bewildered, "Good'n'you?"

[grayskollar]

Look, sometimes Adora got a normal person's amount of sleep and was capable of functioning like a normal person as a result. "Oh, great, this weekend was just what I needed."

[howareyanow]

And now that Wayne had a moment to actually get a good look at Adora, he didn't doubt it!

"Good guests?" he guessed, followed by the usual, "Fix you up a plate?" offer.

Followed by a comisserating, "or several..."

[grayskollar]

"Several's good," Adora said dryly. "Yeah, they're pretty great, it was such a relief to see them." In more ways than one.