Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [02/15].

[howareyanow]

Wayne didn't know which was more irritating: the fact that half his pancakes were turning out heart-shaped even though Valentine's Day was clearly over, or the fact that the other half of his pancakes seemed to be turning out with the face of either George Washington or Abraham Lincoln on them since it was apparently Presidents Day today.

On the one hand, he didn't care much for Valentine's Day at all, but, on the other hand, he generally didn't care for eating things that had people's faces on them, either.

But he s'posed, in the end, it all got et all the same, so he was determined to handle it in the most tried and true Wayne method he knew: by simply, staunchly ignoring it as best he could.

[[ open common room, open breakfast! ]]

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[noonedecidesmyfate]

"How did you make them look like people?" Belle asked, impressed. She didn't know how to make any pancakes at all, let alone ones with faces.

Don't worry, Wayne. Belle will eat a stack of president's faces to save you from them if need be.

[howareyanow]

"I didn't," said Wayne, and there was almost a pout there in that tone, one that carried over to make the next part a bit more morose than usual, as he turned his head toward Belle and gave her a nod.

"Belle. How are ya now?"

[[ lol sorry, work was a rough one today. again. sigh. ]]

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"They did it themselves," Belle said, eyes growing a little wide at the idea. "They haven't started singing, have they?"

"I'm well, Wayne, thank you. Yourself?" Besides mildly traumatized by the island messing with his cooking, of course.
[Ugh, work. The worst.]

[howareyanow]

Wayne's shoulders slumped a bit, about as close to a sigh as he was willing to let himself get. It was more for the fact that now Belle might be giving the pancakes...ideas, but there was also a little bit in there that something like a simple greeting was so hard to get right around here. He couldn't really be too mad about that, though, Belle was still fairly new, and she was on the right path, anywhey.

"Oh," he responded, dutifully, no matter how much the words failed to reflect his disposition. "Not so bad. And no singing yet, but you never can tell 'round here. Either way...fix you up a plate?"

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"Yes, please," Belle said. "I do enjoy breakfast." And if the pancakes were eaten they couldn't start singing or causing any other problems!

[howareyanow]

"It is," said Wayne, with a dramatic pause as he added an equal amount of hearts and presidents to Belle's plate along with a little of everything else fully moddable, "...the most important meal of the day!"

And with that, he handed the plate over with another nod, so that such an important meal could be fulfilled post haste.

[noonedecidesmyfate]

"I've never heard that," Belle said, smiling as she accepted the breakfast assortment. "I have found it to be the most delicious meal, here."

[howareyanow]

"It's like puttin' fuel in the truck before you take her out," Wayne offered, and if there was a compliment to the chef in there, Belle, you'll have to forgive Wayne's modesty (in some things, anywhey) fer not pickin' up on it. "Get the day started right."

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Trucks were still unfamiliar but the general idea of what Wayne was saying was still conveyed.

"I think my day has begun quite well." How could it not, with pancakes?

[howareyanow]

"Good to hear!"

At least someone's had! But Wayne was just going to be sore about the pancakes themselves pretty much for the entire week, probableh.

"What's in store fer the rest of it?"

[noonedecidesmyfate]

Poor Wayne. Betrayed by breakfast!

"I have my writing class today," Belle informed him. "Which is always interesting." Interesting was one word for it, anyway. "Do you have plans?"