Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [03/29].

[howareyanow]

Waste not, want not was definitely an adage that Wayne tried to live by as best he could, and he had no idea if all the containers of fried rice in the fridge that morning had to do with Sabine's excess take-out just the other deeey, or if this was a completely unrelated leftover incident, but he would have felt kind of bad if he just ignored it all and went on about making more food when there was already so much.

Thankfully, all you really had to do with something like fried rice is mebbe fry it up again for a few light minutes and crack an egg over it and you pert'near had breakfast ready to go.

So it was a good thing there were plenty of eggs to be had, too.

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[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Some of this looks familiar," Sabine said when she saw the rice.

[howareyanow]

"Leftovers usually do," Wayne pointed out.

Just forget that the last occurrence of excessive fried rice had happened several days ago and in an entirely different common room, to boot.

Then Wayne nodded his greeting. "Sabine. How are ya now?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I'm good. How about you, Wayne?" she asked.

[howareyanow]

There was a...slight twitch, and there mighta been a grumble, but y'wanna know what? That was close enough! Closer'n more people got, so Wayne'll take it.

"Oh, not so bad," he answered, with a dutiful, brusque cheerfulness, before reaching for a dish. "Fix you up a plate?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

She might get it by the end of the semester.

"Sure, thanks. Are you putting egg on this?" That was new to her.

[howareyanow]

"Can confirm!" Wayne...confirmed, cracking a fresh egg into a pan for Sabine and letting it fry up a bit while scooping up some of the re-fried fried rice into a bowl. "Good way to make anything more....breakfast-y. Jus' crack an egg over it."

Within reason, of course!

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"What else have you tried them with?" she wondered.

[howareyanow]

"Ohhh, well," Wayne crawled out thoughtfully, "there's potatoes, hashbrowns, that's good with some egg on it. Any meat'll do, put it between some toast, you got yerself a great breakfast sandwich. Savory porridge of sorts, that's good with an egg over it, mebbe even some scramble, a little...egg on egg action. Even jus' toast, do a little chicken inna basket, toad in a hole..."

And, with that, the egg was ready and slipped onto the rice, and he handed the bowl over to Sabine with a nod.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Thanks," she said, taking it. "Okay that's actually a lot more examples than I figured."

[howareyanow]

"Well, not to fry my own egg," said Wayne, "toast my own bread, or nothin', but you could say I know a thing or two , mebbe, when it comes to breakfasts."

It wasn't like he'd been doin' this pretty consistently nearly every week for almost two fucking years omg or somethin' like that...

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Can't imagine how that would happen," she said wryly.

[howareyanow]

"Ohhh," Wayne drawled with a modest squint, "I may have done somethin' like breakfast one'r'two times before."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"You ever feel like getting crazy and doing lunch sometime?"

She had a feeling she knew the answer.

[howareyanow]

Wayne had a feeling he wasn't going to care much fer what Sabine was going to ask by the time she got to crazy.

His face answered well before he could, brow furrowed, eyes squinted, a look of clear disturbance as he turned his head toward her. Opened his mouth. Almost said something, stopped, and tried again.

That didn't work either, with a frowning moment of consideration at the stove in the meantime, and then a third attempt seemed to stymie him, too.

Finally, he managed, with all the heat of indignation that three failed starts behind it.

"Well, then it wouldn't be breakfast anymore, now, would it?"

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"No, it'd be lunch," she said simply.

[howareyanow]

"Egg-sactly," said Wayne, relieved that she at least seemed to understand that much, but still a bit riled up about it. "It'd be lunch. The tradition is Monday Morning Breakfast, Sabine, and," now this was the important part, so it came out almost impassioned, "you don't fuck with tradition."

And for all the verve and unwavering stubbornness infused in that last statement, it all seemed to have vanished into thin air with this next that followed it, as he turned back to the pan to make another egg for himself.

"Now, if you wanna talk about lunch one of these days in addition to the Ol' MMB, well, then, sure, that's something else, but by lunchtime, everyone's likeleh off on their own..."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I was just curious," she said, and that was about what she thought his answer would be.

[howareyanow]

"Well," Wayne huffed slightly, "you know what they say about curiosity."

Actually, he was pretty sure Sabine prob'ly didn't know, but that wasn't the point.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"...it's how you get answers?"

Well.

[howareyanow]

"No!" said Wayne, not surprised, sure, but still! "It killed thr cat, Sabine! Curiosity killed the cat."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

He had to know this would lead to more questions.

"How?"

[howareyanow]

Sabine, jus' fer that, you were getting such a squint and a little grumble, because y'wanna know who else asked more questions like that? Children. Kids. And Wayne didn't...uh, Wayne didn't much care fer kids, and questions like that was exactly why.

"Well, it is a bit dramatic," he allowed. "But it's jus' a saying, it's more concerned about being cute with alliteration and memorable that actual scenarios. But y'wanna know what? Wanna know what curious cat gets killed? The one curious about the coyote den, that cat's gonna be breakfast, lunch, or supper fer sure. Wanna know what cat's not gonna be dead but might wish he was? The one who's curious about that skunk hole and ends up skunked for his troubles, that's what cat."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"That's not curiosity killing the cat, that's being naive and maybe dumb," she stated.

[howareyanow]

"Doesn't quite roll off the tongue as well," Wayne stated right back, "now, does it?"