Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [01/18].

[howareyanow]

Without anything too funneh happening over the weekend, Wayne was able to actually follow through with his plans for breakfast that morning, meaning his mood was much better, although the differences were subtle at best (unless, he s'posed, you knew where to look for them). Which meant tha the was able to get everything and prepare everything for a full English, at the behest of one of their full English classmates.

Well, perhaps not the behest of. Enola had mentioned beans, and that was enough to turn it into a thing, albeit only in Wayne's mind, but that was enough that his mind could finally settle a bit now that it was done and over with without anyone being sixth six to mess up with it.

And he sure hoped everyone was hungry (they usually were), because he was making a lot of it, as if to compensate for all the sugar cereal and Poptarts from last week.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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[white_oleander]

Now that the player was about to curse herself Astrid had mornings off, she figured she should try to make it to Monday Morning Breakfast when she could, and that was especially true when there were letters and phone calls she was trying to ignore.

"Morning," she offered the room on general, and then, with a little more specification, "how are ya now?"

It wasn't that hard to pick up the habit.

[howareyanow]

There were two types of people in this world...

Astrid got a nod, with the easy, uncomplicated, proper, "Good. N'you?"

[utterly_alone]

"That seems like a lot of food for the morning," Lydia commented mildly when she wandered in, in search of coffee.

[howareyanow]

"Most important meal of the day," Wayne replied dutifully. "Might as well make sure'n have plenty of it!"

He then turned his head to look at Lydia, squinting with a lack of immediate recognition.

Then, a nod.

"How are ya now?"

[utterly_alone]

"I'm good," Lydia answered, giving Wayne a curious look. "How are you, besides hungry?"

[howareyanow]

"Oh," said Wayne, with almost a hint of approval in the brusqueness, "not so bad!"

He wasn't quite sure what to make of the look of yoi yet, Lydia, but you were off too a good start with that response so far.

"And it's not all fee me," he informed her. "It's fer everyone. I make breakfast every Monday, it's tradition, an' you don't fuck with tradition."

There was a small pause there, almost as if in reverence, before he then asked, "Fix you up a plate?"

[utterly_alone]

"...sure," Lydia decided, because she certainly wasn't going to turn down free food, even if she found the kindness of strangers sort of inherently suspicious. "Thank you. That's really...nice of you. Every Monday?" She'd have to remember that. "Rain or shine? Even if you were a kid the weekend before?"

Not that Lydia had had that happen to her, last week, but that was also something of a joke, anyway.

[howareyanow]

"Can confirm!" said Wayne, as he reached for a plate to fill one up for Lydia with a little bit of everything unless she said otherwise. "Whenever I'm able or around, I s'spose, though bein' sixth...six...fer the weekend screwed up with things a bit. This was meant to be what I made last week..."

There was a small squint of disapproval for that, remembering what was available and still not too happy about it.

[utterly_alone]

"Yeah, people warned me it was weird here but that was really - a good introduction to how weird," Lydia admitted, a smile flickering at the corner of her mouth. "I take it you've been here awhile, then?"

Long enough to establish traditions, it seemed.

[howareyanow]

"Way ya go," said Wayne, because first things first: he'd finished up on the plate and was handing it on over to Lydia with a nod. "And it'll be...two years," which made him blink a little, because he'd never really stopped to think about it before, "this summer. 'Course, then I'll be graduated, so's I s'pose that's not a bad run..."

There were...prob'ly some things he might need to start thinkin' about, with graduation right around the corner now and everything...

[utterly_alone]

"Wow," Lydia said. "I just passed two weeks, so...good work. Two years is a long time."

She lifted the plate in a little salute. "And thank you, seriously. I'm Lydia."

[howareyanow]

Wayne nodded again, because mentioning not to mention it seemed pretty counter-intuitive, didn't it?, and just stuck with offering up his own name next. "Wayne.

"S'not that long," he then reasoned. "Half as long as if I'd have started here as a freshman like a regular school, but I came 'round half-way through."

[utterly_alone]

"I'm a junior," Lydia offered, "so I'm also coming in...more than halfway, I guess. But I also think at a regular school I'd probably have to go to class more than twice a week, so...kind of liking this more than regular school, anyway."

[howareyanow]

"Wish there were a bit more to do in the meantime," Wayne said with a bit of a grumble, "but you try'n make do. Some of the classes are even useful. Hope you have an easier first summer here than I did comin' in, though, I can tell you that much."

Because that was always an encouraging thing to tell new people, Wayne.

[utterly_alone]

"Why, what happened to you?" Lydia asked, genuinely curious. "Were you kidnapped and held above a volcano? 'Cause I heard about that whole thing."

[howareyanow]

"No, I got to miss that one," said Wayne. "But there was this whole zombie STD spread thanks to an alien shark prince at a hot tub party this one time."

Among many other things that summer, but that was the one that stuck with Wayne the most.

That also wasn't exactly what had happened, but don't try convincing Wayne otherwise.

"We got better," he offered, assuringly, in case Lydia was worried and/or confused. "It was a different thing each week that summer."

[white_oleander]

Astrid definitely remembered seeing (and sketching) Lydia at the picnic a few weeks back ('Are you goth now?'), and they had Dr. Aphra's class together, she was pretty sure, so she gave the other girl a faint smile and a lift of her hand in a sort-of wave.

"Hey," she greeted. "Welcome to breakfast."

[utterly_alone]

"Thanks," Lydia said with a faint little smile of her own. Finally, someone with about the same energy level as her. "Nice way to encourage people to face the hopelessness of a Monday head-on."

Seriously, breakfast actually kind of helped with the whole...staring down another week thing.

[white_oleander]

"There are definitely worse ways to start a week."

Epsecially around here.

"I'm Astrid," she offered. "I don't think we've formally met.

[utterly_alone]

"Lydia," she said, and now it was her turn for a little sort-of wave. "You're in my macaroni art class, right?"

Because that's what she was thinking of it as, now, after last week.

[white_oleander]

Astrid's faint grin was a sign of approval, and that she would probably be thinking of it as that from here on in, too.

"I'm in your macaroni art class," she confirmed, "yeah. And, just a head's up, don't be surprised if one of these weeks you end up dropping into a pit."

She'd taken enough of Dr. Aphra's classes to start to suspect it might be a thing.

This one actually seemed like it might be a little less pit-related, though.

Which only made her expect it more.

[utterly_alone]

"Like a fun pit?" Lydia asked dryly. "We talking a ball pit or like a pit of vipers?"

Way less into the second one, for the record. She'd drop the affectless act immediately if she fell into a pit of vipers.

[white_oleander]

"Usually just a pit that we were dropped into and had to find our way out of somehow," Astrid said. "So somewhere in between, I guess."