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]

"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?

[howareyanow]

"Could still be," Wayne offered, somewhat worriedly. "Could be highly localized. Could be the start of something that spreads." There was a grumble for that in particular; he didn't care fer the ones that spread, they were sometimes the worst ones, and he didn't like the idea of what was spreading apparently being sticky either.

"Guess you could head to the clinic," he offered. "Get it checked out."

Mebbe before it got to spreading...

[sparkinyou]

Oh, God. Am I sick? Did I get some weird Fandom illness?

"Yeah. I guess so," Miles said now seeing that his other hand was now covered in tiny forks. "Let me just get these things off my hands."

[howareyanow]

Wayne was wondering if he should offer to help with that, but, he had an awful lot of tiny breakfast to make to feed the starving masses, and that sort of seemed a good way for it to spread if it was a spreading thing, sooooo...

"Mebbe some good old soap and water'll do it?" he offered, with a helpful nod toward the sink.

[sparkinyou]

"Right. Soap and water. That makes sense," Miles said urgently moving to the sing and stopping short of turning on the faucet with his hands. Carefully using the plate stuck to his fingertips, Miles pushed the faucet on and tried to wash his hands.

Hopefully Nina didn't walk in and start screaming at him about washing the dishes.