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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [04/12].

Anyone who knew Wayne on any of these sorts of weekends knew that he, uhhhh....he didn't care much fer kids, and there was a good chance that by the time Monday rolled around, they'd all be gone, anyway, but you never really knew around here, so he was bracing himself to need to provide a few more extra pancakes and a few more eggs than usual that morning fer breakfast.

And trying not to think too much on the fact that he'd had a kid show up on a weekend like this before, but was spared that particular experience this year.

Made sense, though, if you thought about it.

What with graduation right around the corner, an' all...

[[ open breakfast is of course open! ]]

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Belle had not encountered any children of her own this weekend though she had, of course, noticed the increase in the number of them on the island.

Last week had been awkward at breakfast. Belle was very much hoping this morning would not be. Even if it wasn't, she was going to make the attempt to have a pleasant morning.

"Good morning, Wayne!"

Everyone should be pleased to know that all pancakes were thankfully completely and unambiguously pancake-shaped that morning!

And Belle coming in without any little ones trailing behind her felt like a good sign for the day.

"Belle." He gave her a nod. "How are ya now?"

Belle would be very pleased to see pancake-shaped pancakes today.

"I'm well," she said. She might even be able to make eye contact today! "And you?"

[does the new content filter on work wifi block dreamwidth? Stay tuned to find out if I'm even slower than normal today!]

Wayne would still be avoiding eye contact, more'n likeleh, but that had less to do with last week than it did with the fact that that was just Wayne.

"Oh," he said, pleased at least that Belle could manage a proper exchange of greeting, "not so bad! Fix you up a plate?"

"Yes please!" Pancakes were the highlight of Belle's Mondays. Except last week.

"Did you enjoy the dance?" Was that a safe topic now that things were over? She hoped so.

"Can confirm!" said Wayne, and you could tell that he meant it because there was a little more oomph to it, though you'd have to look really close to notice the smile in there somewhere, as he loaded up a plate fer Belle. "Always a good time," well, mostleh, "at the school dance.

"N'you?" he asked, plate now full and being offered out to her. "Didn't get the chance to say hi."

He'd been a little focused on his date, after all, and he'd feel bad about it except fer the fact that he didn't, not even a little.

"I did," Belle confirmed. "Though the punch was horrid."

She'd gotten to bicker with Five and that was one of her favorite hobbies. Not that she'd admit that!

Wayne considered this statement and its possible interpretations as he squinted at Belle thoughtfully, not sure which side of that coin she was going to land on.

"Pre- or post-spiking?"

Because it was inevitable that it would have gotten spiked, and if Wayne had to bet, he was gonna guess Belle would've preferred it pre-, but, well, you knew what they said about assumptions...

Belle preferred a nice ale to horrible vodka, was all.

"Post, I assume." It might have been awful to begin with but she'd never know.

Belle and Wayne would be in staunch agreement on that one.

"Yeah," Wayne nodded at the confrimation of his suspicions. "That'll make ya spit..."

"I'll know to avoid it next time, at least."

Hopefully she would remember! But then the terrible vodka had left an impression.

Wayne nodded again, this time in a sort of approval.

"Live'n'learn," he said. "Or at least get to the punchbowl before the booze does."

He honestly hadn't minded it, himself, but he was used to Letterkenny jungle juice, so it took an awful lot to get him spittin'.

Was Eleanor using her phone to play a royal march as she walked into the room in her bathrobe and what was left of her prom dress with the cheap plastic crown on her head?

Yes. Yes she did.

"Behold! I am your queen! Long may I reign! Eat of my fruits!"

She then squarely looked at Wayne with a commanding look.

"Peel me a grape, cowboy."

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"Now what kinda king peels grapes?"

His Majesty was unimpressed. But he was also unsurprised, just like he hadn't been surprised that Eleanor could go an' muck up something as simple and perfect as jus' him and Shuri being Prom King'n'Queen, either.

But if that's how she was going to play it, well, then...

"Peel yer own grapes. Better yet! Leave 'em. Skins're good fer ya, anywhey."

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"This insubordination borders on treason!" Eleanor declared.

Hey, at least Eleanor knows the word "treason".

"I will have my devoted overthrow you in an instant!" she warned Wayne. "Better do as I say King Cowboy!"

"Pretty sure you're outnumbered on that one, Super Chief," said Wayne, who actually wasn't pretty sure on that; he could definitely see Shuri siding with Eleanor on account of the fact that she just found it funnier, but he did know he was the monarch with the meals over here, so he figgured that'll earn him at least a little boost with the populous.

That said, he did put together a plate all the same. It weren't grapes, but, if you asked him, it was better, and he nodded to her, holding out the offering.

"Breakfast?"

There was a conundrum here. First: She wasn't getting what she wanted. On the other hand: She was getting free food.

"I will call an end to the hostilities. For now. So let it be written. So let it be done," She said with the all the regalilty of a human trashbag from Arizona.

"Pleasure doin' treaties with ya," said Wayne, with a conclusive nod for at least that chapter in what was sure to be the tumultuous history of their reign, and went to focus on cookin' up the next batch and getting on to a greeting more proper.

"Highness," he allowed, figguring that'll help appease the royal ego at least a little bit, "how are ya now?"

Being addressed as royalty certainly made Eleanor happier and you could tell as her posture straightened abit. "Very well. I haven't had to order anyone's head cut off. Yet."

Miles pushed it close with that webbing thing today on the radio.

"How about you? Did you and Shuri copulate and produce royal offspring this weekend?"

Wayne was already wonderin' if he should go print out some royal pardons for potential guillotine candidates here before long.

But not until after he gave Eleanor a dull squint, because she shouldn't expect any answer out of him to a question like that than the one he was about to give before flipping the next pancake.

"It's impolite to kiss'n tell."

"So then no," Eleanor assumed. "And that's even after the week we had. I'm impressed with your mental control."

Eleanor could assume whatever she damn well pleased, because that was a business that was firmly Not Open to the General Public.

And since there was no response Wayne could think of that wouldn't probably wind up swaying that assumption one way or another, he decided to just ignore it entirely and move right on to something else.

"Have a good time at the dance?"

"Good morning, Your Majesty."

Belle's curtsy in Eleanor's direction was 100% genuine. Really. Not at all sarcastic. Well. Maybe a tiny bit.

"My loyal subject," Eleanor replied ignoring all sarcasm and replying with her own snark. "Good morning to you as well. For what to you seek royalty for? Perhaps that troubling boy who keeps pestering you? Shall I have him sent to the gallows for you?"

Belle thought that over. Five could probably escape the gallows with his mysterious powers he insisted were not magical. And Eleanor PROBABLY didn't really have access to gallows.

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble. "

If she'd known about his terrifying mannequin child, Belle might have felt more merciful.

"Excellent. I shall have my subjects detain him and make sure you are there for potential mockery."

She clapped her hands twice. "So let it be written! So let it be done!"

Someone had been watching Yul Brenner last weekend.

"Your Majesty is too kind," Belle said, trying to fight back a smile.

"Have there been other royal pronouncements?"

"There was one involving peeled grapes however I sense a coup may be in order to get that fulfilled," Eleanor said glaring in Wayne's direction.

"I will hope for a bloodless coup," Belle said.

Wayne didn't need beheading or anything like that. He made pancakes!

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