Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [01/04].

[howareyanow]

Well, Wayne hadn't really gotten much of a chance to get the word out about Monday Morning Breakfast to any of the new kids, but, fuck, there were only four of them, and where word of mouth failed, it seemed this place had a good habit of spreading word of nose once things really got cooking. And he felt much less crunched for time now that he didn't have a first period class (or any class on Mondays, fuck!), so he coudl really enjoy just a good solid morning full of making food and feeding friends.

With it being the first MMB of the semester, he stuck with all the usual, often moddable classics, especially the pancakes and the bacon and the eggs and potatoes, but also some fruit for more healthfully minded, plenty of juice and milk in the fridge, and, of course, some good fucking coffee in the pot.

It was, after all, the most important meal of the day, especially when that day was Monday!

[[ open breakfast is oooopen! ]]

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[white_oleander]

"I had a feeling," Astrid smiled a little, because, well, new faces and everything. "I'm good, thanks. Astrid Magnussen. Not so new to the school. It's nice to meet you, Enola. Do you like it so far?"

[notfinishedyet]

"It's certainly different," Enola said with a somewhat strained smile. "I come from approximately 100 years or so in the past. So I have quite a bit to catch up on. However this place seems beyond limits and I look forward to learning as much as I can about... well, everything."

[white_oleander]

"I'm from the past, too," Astridcsaid, helpfully, but it came with a shrug of her shoulder. "Not as far back, though, just about a quarter of that. So you've probably got about four times the amount of adjustment. But the people here are nice; that helps."

[notfinishedyet]

"I have noticed that with perhaps one exception."

The exception being the one she lived with.

"Overall I've noticed that everyone seems to be very kind and helpful. Which is quite a change of pace for me considering my last school was more like a prison than a place of knowledge."