Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [01/25].

[howareyanow]

Y'wanna know what? As far as weird weekends went, that last one actually wasn't all that bad. Wayne had spent most of it talkin' much more eloquently than he'd probably ever had, and managed to discover at some point yesterday that he was a secret prince all along, but then Monday morning, he was right back to being just a simple farmboy again.

One that was in the common room, glad to see that the island hadn't screwed him over by way of supplies, at the very least, and there was more'n enough in the cupboards and fridges (which were blissfully silent and without faces, it should be noted!) to get a good breakfast started.

As far as weird weekends went, it wasn't all that bad, but Wayne definitely preferred things nice and normal like this.

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[white_oleander]

"I have to admit," said Astrid, as she went upstairs for breakfast, knowing things would be normal because she herself was back to normal and didn't feel the urge to break out into song about it, "I'm pretty glad to see you up here making breakfast rather than a bunch of birds and squirrels."

She was eyeing a dish of what looked suspiciously like that grey stuff that was supposedly delicious that had been set out, though.

...that grey stuff was going to be there forever now, wasn't it?

[howareyanow]

It was an odd sort of compliment, but fuck, he'd take it.

"Astrid," Wayne turned his head to give her a nod. "How are ya now?"

Not singing and dancing, he could see, so that was already a plus!

[bookbeltof_love]

"Goooooooooooood mooooooooooooorniiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Nina bounced in, beaming.

[howareyanow]

And, well, that was back to normal, too, though Wayne suspected Nina might even be like that on a weekend like the last, too.

"Nina." He nodded, once he was sure he could hear again. "How are ya now?"

[bookbeltof_love]

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

[howareyanow]

Right as rain and nice'n'normal! Jus' the kind of Monday Wayne could really use more of around here.

"Oh," there was almost cheerfulness in the response if you knew how to look for it, Nina!, "not so bad! Fix you up a plate?"

[bookbeltof_love]

"Yes, please," she said happily. "I can't wait to get to the castle later!!!!!!!!!!!!"

[howareyanow]

"Shame it's not 'til much later, then," said Wayne, as he reached for a plate and started to fill it up for Nina. "But they say good things come to those who wait."

He just maybe didn't want to straight up admit that he was looking forward to it, too even though he never pings in because Mondays have been TERRRRIBLE.

[legionqueen]

"Good morning, Wayne!" Jules greeted, as she came in to the common room and flopped down on her usual spot on the couch, Camden curling up on the floor at her feet- errr, foot.

Her weekend hadn't been too bad either- she'd spent it handwavily as something called a 'princess', for some reason (because with one notable rather recent exception, Queens in Disney movies tended to be some combination of a) someone's mother b) evil or c) dead, and Juillenne Milone was none of those things, thank you).

Also Camden had been able to talk, which hadn't seen odd at the time but upon reflection was very strange.

[howareyanow]

"Jules," Wayne nodded. "Camden." Wayne nodded again. "How are ya now?"

[legionqueen]

The fact that you always greeted her cat, Wayne, was one of the reasons you were up there on Jules' list of Good People.

"I'm good," she acknowledged. "And you?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"How are ya now?" Shuri asked, grinning as she bounced into the room.

[howareyanow]

See, now, that was a way to make an entrance, filled with at least three things that Wayne could hearily approve of: a proper greeting, as well as a bounce and a grin. Enough to grant Shuri the slight suggestion of a grin back, especially since, well, he might not have been feeling exactly himself this last weekend, but there had still been some very nice parts to it.

"Good," he answered back, dutifully, "n'you?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Very well, thank you," she said. "Thank you for the lovely dance, by the way."

[howareyanow]

Wayne nodded his yer welcome.

"Not much point in goin' to a ball if yer not going to dance," he reasoned. "Might as well make that dance with the best gal there. Coffee?"

Like he needed to ask. Like he hadn't already pour it and held it out to her.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Coffee just happens to be one of my favorite words, so yes please," Shuri said.

[howareyanow]

And there was another nod of yer welcome, almost as if he knew something like that would happen.

"So...." he ventured, taking a moment to pour his own coffee, too, and leaned a hip against the counter as he sipped, "bit funneh this weekend, wouldn't you say? Lovely dance notwithstanding."

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"I don't remember quite so many footmen, no," Shuri said. "Or princesses."

Normally she was fairly unique.

[howareyanow]

"I was a prince, too," Wayne offered, with another sip. "Found out yesterday."

A pause.

"Mysterious circumstances," he added, "a'course."

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Congratulations," Shuri said, smiling. "Were you left at a church, perhaps? Raised by woodland creatures?"

[howareyanow]

"Nope," said Wayne. "Jus' a farm..."

He really didn't deviate from that backstory pretty much...ever.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"A farm full of princes?" Shuri asked.