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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [11/30].

Wayne had spent a good deal of time, when he got to the common room early that morning to get breakfast going before he had to mosey on over to his class, just sort of squinting into the fridge, occasionally leaking a disconsolate growl-grumble about it, because what he had expected to be in the fridge was not in the fridge, which was a problem, because Wayne didn't particularleh like it when things didn't go as expected.

But he'd convinced himself that he'd be making a very Thanksgiving-themed breakfast that morning, on account of all the leftovers he'd expected (and confirmed having existed all throughout the weekend) to be in the fridge that morning. Only to show up, ready to whip up a Thanksgiving-specific menu, and discover that all the leftovers....were gone.

Another grumble escaped him, because wouldn't it jus' figgur? As soon as he prepares himself fer this sort of thing, the island goes and switches it up on him.

At least, that's what he figgured it was. It made more sense than the idea that anyone had actually eaten all of it by now...

So it was back to a solid, basic, typical breakfast that morning, while Wayne tried hard to not be too disappointed about it.

[[ open breakfast is open! And lacking in leftovers! ]]

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"Gooooooooooooood mooooooooooooooooorniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Look, Nina hadn't shown up for a bit. She had to make her entrance memorable this time around!

Nina. As if an entrance from you could be anything but.

Although, really, she shouldn't be surprised that no matter how big or grand or loud the entrance may be, it was generally going to be met with the exact same response from Wayne.

A turn of his head. "Nina." A nod. "How are ya now?"

It was, after all, only proper.

Proper and expected!

"I'm good," she said brightly, beaming. "And you????????????"

Wayne was generally so used these days to no one getting it right, even if he was pretty sure Nina had in the past, that his brows lifted slightly, though gratefully, at her response.

Especially since he suspected sometimes she'd say it wrong on purpose.

"Oh," he then drawled dutifully, turning just in time to flip a regular old traditional pancake. "Not so bad! Fix you up a plate?"

She absolutely said it wrong on purpose sometimes. Out of love.

"Yes, please," she said primly, moving to get a glass of orange juice already.

Wayne nodded again, pleased with how nicely everything was falling into proper place that morning, which made him feel a little bit better about having to readjust his plans due to the unexpected lack of Thanksgiving leftovers, and soon enough, he had a plate filled nicely of all the things Nina tended to enjoy most fer breakfast. He handed it over with another nod, and a standard, "Way ya go."

"Thank you," she said, with another sunny smile for him. "Did you have a good weekend, Wayne???????"

"S'alright," Wayne answered, simply enough. "Good'n'quiet."

Which around here, he felt, said a lot.

"Yours?"

It was Nina, so he was going to guess...quite a bit less quiet.

Hey, she hadn't been that loud, except on radio!

"Good!!!!!!!!! Thanksgiving was fun," even though it wasn't really her holiday anyway, "and then like, shopping, and I've been working on the script for the next season for Sir Foomy the Brave!!!!!!!!!"

A beat.

"And figuring out class ideas!!!!!!!!!"

All of that seemed fairly normal and unconcerning, for the most part, up until that last bit, which was earning Nina another glance and a quirked brow.

"Thinking of teaching a class again, are ya?"

Now Wayne was doing calculations in his head of the likelihood of him actually being able to avoid participatin' in said class.

The figgurs did not look promising.

"Yes!!!!!!!" she said breezily, like there was nothing to be scared of. "Still, like, deciding what though?????? I'm not really feeling a cooking class this time around........."

Mostly because of, ah, a certain Christmas present...

Well, thank God fer small favors, then! Wayne had very strong views about what Nina considered cooking, and that was a fact.

"What else're you considering?" he asked, though he very much didn't necessarily want that to be answered.

"Oh, I really don't know yet," she admitted. "Like, I could do a class that's more like a book club, but I don't know if people would find that fun??????? Or I could do one about making a video series??????? It'll be cold, so a parkour one probably shouldn't happen........"

Also, would they let her do that in town, at night, in winter?

Nina would love it though.

"Or maybe another epic quest......."

The all-too-familiar grumble-growl in Wayne's throat was a good indication of what he thought of more epic quests.

"The book club one sounds nice," he said, almost with a note of encouragement in his voice, because that honestly sounded like the safest and least crazy, and so he felt he was obligitated to steer Nina more in that direction.

"I think it would be fun," she conceded. "But, like, people would have to accept homework from me and I don't know that they would???????"

And club where no one read the book of the week would be a sad, lonely club.

"I was reading about in France they're currently building a medieval castle using medieval building techniques," she added. "Like, that's another idea!!!!!!!!!"

It would go terribly.

But....

Wayne actually liked that idea. It involved actually doing stuff, which he didn't get enough of around here.

"Now there's a thought." And his tone almost reflected his thinking it aasnangood one, too, though he s'posed there were a few...catches.

"Where would you build it, though?"

"I mean, like, we'd have to scale it down a whole lot," Nina admitted. "Since we wouldn't have the space or the time to make any progress on it, but I thought we could kind of have it down by the weird-tree garden????????"

It would be more like a play castle than a real one and yet...

Wayne considered this, and the idea of a project of some kind, that involved doing actual work, was too appealing to ever let go, even if it was a bit scaled down.

"Might work," he said. "If anything, we could clear out some space in the scrapyard, too, shouldn't be too hard, though it's getting a little more cramp in there with everyone's ships."

He'd definitely noticed a new one there on some of his latest extremely handwaved ventures to check on the snow mobile and the bitey bits.

Nina considered him thoughtfully.

"You're really, like, warming up to this idea, huh????????"

Wayne was just as surprised about this as you were, Nina.

"Well," he argued, as if this was something that was a point of contention, "it's something to fucking do around here! God knows there's not enough to fucking do around here as it is."

So he'd take building a castle over ridiculous fantasy breakfast adventures any old day of the fucking week!

Don't think she couldn't tie ridiculous fantasy adventures into this, Wayne! Watch her.

"I guess, like, I can ask if that's something we can do," she conceded since, well.

Having her own castle appealed to her.

"But that's not something I can, like, just submit to the moose and say 'oops, sorry' after......"

"Hi Nina!" Miles said from his place in front of the sink where he was washing dishes.

Yes, Nina. He got to it before you. Totally did.

"Did you have a nice break?"

"Sure did!!!!!!!!" she said, as if she wasn't eyeing him at the sink.

Nina didn't actually care today but, like, that wasn't part of the game.

"Hi, Miles!!!!!!!!! Did you do anything for it????????"

"Went home and spent time with the family," he said cheerfully. "Did the turkey and leftover thing and got grilled about my grades. How about you?"

Nina hesitated a moment.

"I stayed here," she said, with a bit of a smile. "Had dinner with my dad, you know???????"

And that was the first time she'd called Liam that to anyone other than Liam.

"No turkey, though. Dad's vegetarian!!!!!!!!"

"That's cool," Miles said stepping back a bit because that's a loud declaration about being a vegetarian. "My mom tried to make my Dad go veggie once because of his blood pressure. I think that lasted about two weeks before she caught him eating a Whopper in his cruiser."

Nina laughed.

"Ah, yeah, Dad's vegetarian for personal reasons rather than being forced to be!!!! And he, like, doesn't care that I'm not either!!!!!!"

"That's pretty cool," Miles said with a nod. "Must be nice to have a parent who let's you be who you want to be."

Granted Miles' dad was better about that these days but it was a long car ride to the airport and lectures about college and grades from dead old Dad.

Nina shrugged a little.

"I'm adopted," she clarified. "So, like, he kind of didn't get a choice in me being me, you know??????"

Also, he seemed to like her as her, but that was weird and something Nina was still poking at with a stick.

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