Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [11/16].

[howareyanow]

Well, that was a relief!

Wayne certainly had a contingency plan in place fer if this pony thing managed to last longer than the weekend; he had spent more of his free time practicing how to get a good pancake flip with a pan in one's mouth more than he would like to admit, but he much preferred the fact that he was bipedal with hands instead of hooves again and all that preparation was fer nothing!

So he got to the common room, started making breakfast as per usual, appreciating the use of his hands when he did it because he certainly didn't want to take them for granted again, all the while thinking that ponies were a pretty silly thing to turn into in the first place. He'd go ahead and be pretty stereotypical and assume some of the girls were pretty pleased about the whole thing, but honestly? He thought they should have all just been puppers.

A weekend of being puppers would have been great.

"Mebbe you could get on that fer next time," he said, apparentleh to the island, with a firm nod that seemed to work well enough as an agreement, considering he was talking to an island, apparentleh.


[[ and open breakfast is open! ]]

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[bookbeltof_love]

On one hand, she had hands again.

On the other, she no longer had wings.

Nina moped her way into the common room, over-dramatically and true, and collapsed on one of the couches in the perfect despair of someone who was decidedly trying too hard to be in perfect despair.

What?

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Shuri had spent the weekend spamming T'Challa and Okoye with a variety of experiments she was conducting as a pony, so she was in an amazing mood this morning. "How are ya now?" she asked.

[howareyanow]

That was...decidedly not a particularleh Nina entrance at all.

Well, it was, it was just the rarer otherside of the coin, wasn't it?

"Nina." It was a bit more solemn than usual, though with a nod, the crease of Wayne's heavy brow a bit more concerned. "How are ya now?"

[[ A MILLION YEARS LATER... ]]

[howareyanow]

"Good!" It came out a bit brighter than it normally would have, even with the small pleasure of someone actually getting it right, because of who it was getting it right, and so Wayne was happy to keep step as it should be with these kinds of things. "N'you?"

[[ hi, sorry, yesterday was a DAAAAAY ]]

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"I permanently scarred T'Challa by sending him pictures of me as a pony for a weekend, so I am delightful," Shuri told him. "Plus I will be getting coffee very soon."

Hint, hint.

[howareyanow]

Wayne's been on the business side of a fishing pole to know bait when he saw it.

"Oh," his head tilted a modicum of a degree in supposedly unaware intrigue, "are ya now?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Shuri gave him a very hopeful smile. "Please?"

[howareyanow]

Wayne squinted speculatively at Shuri for a moment, before turning sharply, taking a step closer to the coffee maker, close enough to grab a mug and pour a cup, and then he turned just as evenly back to hand it over. With a nod.

"Since you asked so niceleh," he said. As if he wasn't going to just give her one anyway no matter what.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Shuri leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I'm extremely polite," she agreed.

[howareyanow]

"Oh," Wayne agreed, with a note of stern, convinced emphasis in it, "the politest. I might go so far as to say you're one of the most polite people I know, there, Shuri."

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"It's all the princess classes that I generally ignored," Shuri said.