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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [01/11].

Having been only ~~sixth~~ six this weekend sort of messed up Wayne's usual shopping habits to get everything he'd need for his Monday Morning Breakfast, which was particularleh disappointing because Enola's request for baked beans last week had him lookin' to fix up something full and English. Now, sometimes, the island seemed to predict what he was lookin' to fix up and provided for him all the same, when he wasn't able to do the shopping himself, but this Monday was not one of those times.

All there seemed to be was some leftover sugar cereal and Poptarts.

Well, at least there was some coffee.

And mebbe he might be able to do something with this leftover pizza? Mebbe he should just put breakfast on hold for a small amount of time so he could get some proper food...

...or mebbe hope Nina showed up, and she could make do with what was in the fridge with that nonsense tom fuckery she called cooking...

...fuck a duck.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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"Good morning, Wayne," Enola said cheerfully as she made her way into the common room. "How was your weekend?"

Enola had spent her first crazy weekend in Fandom... at home. So she missed all the fun.

Everything else was so out of sorts with his not knowing quite what to do fer breakfast that wasn't just leftovers and sugar cereal that the deviation from other norms barely managed to regester.

"Small," he answered, with irritation, turning his head and frowning at a spot in the general vicinity of Enola but not quite at her, at first. And when he did finally look slightly up from that spot toward her, he seemed to get himself back onto at least somewhat more familiar ground.

"Enola." A nod. "How are ya now?"

"Quite well, thank you," Enola said politely as she surveyed the breakfast options. Unfamiliar with most modern cereals she went with the pop tart labeled "S'Mores."

"I assume you mean you turned into one of the children this weekend," Enola noted. "Is that why you seem out of sorts today?"

"I didn't get to do shopping fer breakfast," Wayne stated crossly, with a glower toward the fridge, since, really, that had much more to do with it than being ~~sixth~~ six. He'd been six before. Three times, now, as a matter of fact if you include the first time, but the fact that it ruined his plans fer breakfast.

"So all's we got is this..."

"It's fine," Enola said as she fumbled with the foil packet. "We can't all be able to do everything when you've been turned into something else."

"But breakfast's tradition," Wayne complained, squinting a little at Enola's struggle and wondering if he should offer to help, but if that meant having a Poptart, was he really helping her in the long run? "And you don't fuck with tradition."

At least there was still technicaleh breakfast, though, which was better'n nothing...

"Might have to jus' start doing my shopping before the weekend," he murmured. "'Cept it's better when it's fresher..."

So maybe he'd just have to get up even earlier...That might be the better option, actualleh...

Either way, Wayne stopped paying all that much attention to everything else and was clearly just squinting inward at his own thoughts there for a bit.

"Sometimes we have to accept the minor inconveniences that come our way," Enola advised, and finally getting the pop tart wrapper open. "Even though someone should never... disturb a tradition, there will be plenty of Mondays to come and many more breakfasts. I didn't realize you did all the shopping for breakfast. In the future if I am not caught up in strange weekend circumstances I can do some shopping for you. That way you are not caught off guard on Monday."

"Sometimes," said Wayne, his brow furrowed as if this arrangements took a great deal of consideration, "the common room'll jus' take care of it, or at least give me something better to work with than..."

He squinted hard at the Poptarts.

"But a contingency plan never hurt anyone! A gram of prevention is worth a kilo of cure!"

"And while I never learned to sew, I've heard a stitch in time saves nine," Enola said, happy to see Wayne was agreeable to that. Then she took a bite of the pop tart. And made a face.

"Hmm. Sweet."

"Basically just sugar'n'carbs," Wayne drawled with miserable disapproval, longing for the breakfast that could've been. "Hardleh substantial fer what should be the most important meal of the day...At that point, you'd be better off with the pizza. That's at least got vegetables. And protein...Tastes a lot better, too, if you ask me...."

“Good morning!” Juillenne called out cheerfully as she made her way into the common room, Camden beside her.

There was Wayne, as to be expected, but... was it her imagination or did he look grumpier than usual?

Oh, surely, they'd've noticed a good reason to be grumpier than usual by the distinct lack of bacon in the common room that morning. Or anything that could be considered a decent breakfast, at that!

But that was no reason to be impolite, and so that grumpy Wayne met them each with the usual nod and greeting. "Jules. Camden. How are ya now?"

They could probably guess how he was doing without even askin' it back!

But still, the asking was tradition, so:

"Good. And you?"

Even if she could make a guess at the answer.

"Oh, goddess," Elli said, as she entered the common room. "Is everything alright, Wayne?"

The low, sustained grumble ensuing from Wayne just then was a pretty good indication of the answer.

But just in case it wasn't, he did add a firm, peevish, "Hard no!" followed by at least a little more. "Seems the kitchen forgot to grow back up with the rest of us. Didn't get a chance to do the usual shopping, since I was sixth...six. And all we've got is sugar cereal!"

Well, and Poptarts and pizza...

Wayne squinted extra hard for a moment, drew in a breath, and then tried to ignore all that that he'd just said, plodding forward with a determined, stubborn, and somewhat mashed together, "Elli, howareyanow?"

"How are ya now?" Shuri said, bouncing in from her weekend in Wakanda.

The fact that a grumble was the first response to that question rather than the usual one should have told Shuri volumes. Wayne almost considered leaving it at that, too, but, in the end, tradition and the fact that no one liked a Grumpy Gus won out, especially since she was pert'near the one person he wouldn't want to be a Grumpy Gus around.

"Good," he murmured, "n'you?"

Well. Not too much of a Grumpy Gus, anywhey.

"Better than you are," Shuri said, kissing his cheek. "What's gone wrong?"

The grumble was a lot softer this time.

"I was sixth...six again," Wayne explained. "Over the weekend. Couldn't get shopping fer breakfast done on Sunday. Common room decided not to grow back up with the rest of us, too..."

His head turned to look at her.

"Bright side," he offered, "there's still coffee."

Because otherwise would be too cruel. Inhumane, even.

"As long as there's coffee we can deal with everything else," Shuri said. "You were six and I missed it?!"

"Can confirm," said Wayne, feeling at least a little grateful about the fact that he hadn't been running around, telling Shuri she might have potatoes in her ear...

...or disparaging coffee.

And people wondered why he didn't, uh....didn't much care fer kids...

"I was six. And you missed it."

"Are there pictures?" Shuri, worst person, asked.

"I sure fucking hope not!" said Wayne, firmly. "'Less you mean the ones back home from the first time around in the family photo albums, anywhey."

And as soon as he said it, he wished he hadn't, because he knew all it would take at that point would be but one word from Shuri to Katy-kat...

Shuri was already reaching for the phone. "Maybe I should text her."

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