Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [11/09].

[howareyanow]

The last few Monday Morning Breakfasts had been a little quiet...some of them considerably so...but did that mean that Wayne was going to cool it on the tradition and back off a little or maybe take a week off or something?

Hard no!

He'd been doing this for well over a year now, and he had no intention of stopping it any time soon, even if he wound up being the only one who cared, because it was tradition, and you don't fuck with tradition!

Besides, all the leftovers seemed to still manage to get consumed and enjoyed in a timely fashion, though he didn't exactly know who was eating them or even when, and he s'posed Fosse could be cleaning it all out after a couple of days, but there were still things in that fridge that he was pretty sure had been there longer than he'd even been doing breakfast, so that seemed doubtful.

He was pretty sure one of those things might have been growing eyes.

He wasn't going to be the one to check, though.

[[ open breakfast is open, of course! ]]

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

Hey, he got a Sabine, who wandered in with a, "Morning, Wayne."

[howareyanow]

Wayne would gladly take a Sabine!

As indicated by the nod and the greeting back that probably could have been seen a kilometer away.

"Sabine. How are ya now?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Good. Nothing weird's happened in a week that I've been aware of," she said, which of course didn't mean that it had not happened.

[howareyanow]

"Last weird thing I can remember was Halloween," Wayne said, and, of course, that was a whole six years ago, or pert'near. "I turned blue," which didn't really have anything to do with the island, "then I turned," he squinted in disapproval, "small."

Which very much did have to do with the island...

"Fix you up a plate?" he then offered.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Sure, thanks," she sahd, tilting her head a little. "How small did you turn?"

[howareyanow]

"'Bout three apples tall," said Wayne, feeling particularly confident about that measurement, though it wasn't as if he had any apples to measure it by.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"That's a unit of measurement now?" Sabine asked, casually.

[howareyanow]

"Anything can be a unit of measurement, realleh," Wayne reasoned, finishing up the plate and handing it over to Sabine, "and apples makes 'bpit as much sense as inches."

There was, however, a pause.

"S'pose you'd have to use pretty uniform apples, though."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"And it'd depend on the kind of apple," Sabine mused, taking the plate with a nod of thanks.

[howareyanow]

"Then I take it back," Wayne decided. "And I don't say this lightly, but I s'pose even an inch is better'n an apple when it comes to measurements. Three of 'men's not much of a height to be, though, any way you slice it."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"What do you even do when you're that small?" she wondered.