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?"

[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?"

[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?"

[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.

[snowdroplace]

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

[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!

[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?"

[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.

[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!"

[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]

That's what they were there for! Contingency doughnuts!

But at least it didn't take Wayne long to put together a plate for Elli, offering it out to her balanced on his palm, which looked...ridiculous, but it was what it was! And there was plenty of tiny food stacked on that tiny plate, too, he made the most of what little real estate he had!

"Sorry we didn't get a chance to introduce you to him," Wayne said, "or to my sister Katy, while she was here, but you looked like you had yer own guests to keep entertained, too."

[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?

[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]

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

[snowdroplace]

She laughed as she took the plate--not at the plate, but at his comment.

"Thank you," she said, smiling. "And yes, I feel like I saw more of the island in a weekend than I have in months, while showing them around."

[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.

[howareyanow]

"And how'd they like it?" Wayne asked, going right back to tending to the tiny breakfast so there was no lack of tiny food for them to prob'ly blow through pretty quickly.

[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]

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?

[snowdroplace]

Meanwhile, Elli was going to take her tiny breakfast over to where the contingency donuts were.

"They liked it," she said, taking a seat. "But I don't think they believed me about a lot of the... quirks... of the island."

Like tiny breakfast.

[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."

[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?"

[howareyanow]

"S'pose it's a bit hard to convince anyone of stuff like that until they get a chance to live through it a bit."

Miles.

But also himself, he'd have to admit, when he first got around, and there were still things that made him a little skeptical, but he definitely understood he'd come a pretty long way since he was a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed newbie.