Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [03/08].

[howareyanow]

Welp.

Wayne sure hoped no one 'round here had one of those peanut allergies, because, boy, did he have some bad news for them.

Last week as a whole was pretty quiet, so Wayne was expecting at least another bit of tom fuckery around the kitchen that morning, and he was right. And it came in the form of a whole mess of peanut butter in the cabinets.

Walls of peanut butter.

Cabinets stuffed to the brim.

Drawers filled with those flat little plastic packets of 'em that you get at hotel breakfasts.

Thankfully, there were still plenty of the usual things behind all the peanut butter, but if you had all that peanut butter, it seemed a bit odd to just not use some of it, so he worked a bit of it into some of the pancakes, and even some crepes, and he was all fer anyone wanting to use it on regular toast, but anyone wanting to work it into some French toast could just fuck right off. Who had time for that?

(Well, technicalleh speaking, he had no Monday classes, so he did. He had time for that, but fuck off anyway).

[[ open common room, open breakfast, of couuuuurse! ]]

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[scoffs_at_tradition]

"How are ya now?" Shuri asked, bouncing into the room.

[howareyanow]

"Good," said Wayne, squinting a little at a now mostly-empty jar of peanut butter on the counter to determine just how truthful that statement was, before deciding it was true enough, all things considered, and then turned his attention to Shuri with a nod.

"N'you?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Shuri glanced around the kitchen. "Grateful not to have a ground nut allergy?"

[howareyanow]

That was not even remotely the proper response, but Wayne would allow it.

"Y'wanna know what?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed and his tilted oh-so-slightly after following Shuri's glance a bit. "You'd think with all this peanut butter, least they coulda done was provide one drawer with a few Epipens or the like in there, jus' in case, seems a bit negligent, there, doesn't it?"

And without skipping a beat, there was a full mug being passed on over to Shuri.

"Coffee?"

Followed a moment later by, "Y'know a peanut'a not actually a nut? It's a leguuume."

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"I did know that," Shuri said, smiling over the mug. "Wakanda grows groundnuts."

[howareyanow]

"Makes sense," Wayne decided. "Good climate for 'em, I'd think."

A brow quirked speculatively over his squint. "Y'ever grow any yerself?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

Shuri nodded. "In preschool."

[howareyanow]

Well, that was...adorable.

And Wayne didn't even like kids.

That earned a small, approving nod. "Good fer you," he said sincerely, before reaching for a dish.

"Fix you up a plate?" he offered.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Please," Shuri said, sipping from her coffee. "My baba said it was the best groundnut he had ever tasted."

[howareyanow]

"Did he, now?" asked Wayne, who suspected that might be connected to how Katy-kat also had the best mudpies and how she always seemed to win their annual charity-drive collections somehow, though there was intrigue somewhere in the tone of it.

"Peanut butter pancakes, peanut butter craps...or both?"

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Crepes, please," Shuri said. "And yes, and T'Challa almost sulked about it. I believe he was jealous of my natural prowess."

And nothing whatsoever to do with her being the little sister.

[howareyanow]

"Now, who wouldn't be?" asked Wayne, as he loaded up Shuri's plate with some craps and a bit of some of the other stuff she usually liked when she came in fer breakfast. "I s'pose he spends most of his time sulkin', if that's the case."

Plus, he was still pretty firm in his belief that T'Challa was a bit of a cow, too.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Not any longer," Shuri said. "He has a kingdom to run." She smirked. "And Nakia would slap the mood right out of him."

[howareyanow]

"That's gotta be some slap," said Wayne, approvingly (and unsuprised), nodding as he handed over the plate.

[scoffs_at_tradition]

"Nakia is not to be trifled with," Shuri said, nodding.

Most women in Wakanda were not.