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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [05/24].

Well. It was bound to happen eventually.

At some point in the night, or maybe it was early in the morning, she had no idea when these things actually happened, but the ingredients Astrid had gotten last night to make breakfast with this morning had all, somehow, been either transformed or replaced with nothing but boxes of Pop Tarts.

On the bright side, there was absolutely no lack in variety to the Pop Tarts, as it seemed every single flavor was present and accounted for, including the discontinued ones and some that clearly never made it to the market...at least not in this dimension.

Astrid might have been shocked by there being so many absurd varieties if it weren't for the fact that she actually worked in a grocery store and was already well aware of the excess of unnecessary flavor choices in certain brands.

(Looking at you, Oreo).

But...at least this made her job pretty easy today, and the clean-up would be a breeze, and there were even toaster strudels for anyone who wanted to feel a bit fancier about the whole thing, too.

[[ pop tart breakfast is open! ]]

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"Goooooooooooood mooooooooooorniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

It had been ages since she'd hit up a breakfast and Nina was going to be...

"Pop tarts??????????????????"

... disappointed.

It wasn't Astrid's fault, Nina!

Although, gun to her head, she definitely wasn't going to complain about how much easier this made her morning.

She gave Nina a rueful sort of smile.

"Hey," she said. "Morning. I haven't checked any of the other common rooms, but it definitely looks like this one's doing a thing..."

Nina was still judging the entire situation though.

And was possibly going to text Katy later complaining about what breakfast had turned into without Wayne about.

"I'm not hungry anymore," Nina said with a dismal sort of sigh as she collapsed, dramatically, upon a couch.

The last two breakfasts were just fine! Nina would know that if Nina had bothered to actually be there!

Astrid might have given Nina a little bit of a side-eye for the theatric, wondering if she was reaching into a box of blueberry frosted Pop Tarts to get one for herself somewhat out of defiance at this point.

"Well," she said, "there's plenty if you change your mind. How've you been, Nina?"

Besides apparently starving.

Yeah, Nina was eyeing the way Astrid was having a pop tart, feeling that it was just to spite her in her moment of pain.

"Okay," she allowed. "Dad's teaching me to drive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

With a car that he'd bought just for her! But that part was still a bit.... much.... for Nina.

Yeah, well, maybe growing up sometimes not knowing if you'd even get a meal for a whole week unless you figured something out for yourself made Astrid a little intolerant of people acting like Pop Tarts in one common room on an island filled with options was this tragic, especially when she really was trying to do her best to keep up the tradition.

She broke off a piece and popped into her mouth.

"Well," she said, "I hope he's a better teacher for you than I was."

Did Nina even remember that? Astrid did, although, admittedly, it had nothing to do with Nina or teaching her to drive that she did.

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She was still allowed to not eat them! She hadn't said anything bad about them to Astrid, even!

Nina laughed, pushing herself up into a seated position.

"I do remember that!!!!!!!!!!!! Under the ocean in outer space!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

That had been fun, if not super educational.

"Dad's doing it the old-fashioned way, in a parking lot on the mainland!!!!!!!!!!! It's slower but, like, I'm having a lot of fun with it!!!!!!!!!!!"

She liked spending time with her dad.

You didn't have to say anything, Nina. Your disparaging judgement had been permiating the entire room.

"That's probably much more effective than our way," Astrid grinned faintly. "That's pretty much how I learned, too."

Even if she definitely had not enjoyed spending time with Ron, but the times when Claire went with her, even though they weren't educational, were...nice.

... Fair.

"Dad said that even when I can drive I'm not allowed to drive on the moon though," she noted. "Where's the fun in that??????????????"

Oh hey, someone finally realized she could do more than hide in her room in between classes.

Or maybe the coming full moon was making her restless.

Either way, Malia was actually out in a public place without an obligation to be there, and sniffing suspiciously at a pop tart.

". . . Why does this smell like weird meat?"

"Probably because it is weird meat," Astrid offered, pushing down the toaster to warm up the icing-less strawberry ones she'd picked out for herself like the monster she truly was. "I'm pretty sure some of these aren't even technically acceptable for human consumption."

And she wasn't even talking about the weird ones, either!

"Then why do they sell them for humans to consume?" Malia pushed the suspicious meat-smelling ones away. And sniffed cautiously at one that smelled like weird chocolate instead. "Are they trying to poison people?"

"I'm not sure anyone did technically sell any of these," Astrid shrugged, shaking her head a little at the few boxes on the counter, knowing how many more lurked in waiting behind the closed cupboard doors. "They just kind of showed up..."

There was a pause, as she remembered that this was one of the new kids, she was pretty sure.

"That happens around here," she added. "Sometimes. There's usually a lot more pancakes and bacon and eggs at breakfast, but all my stuff got switched out with these," she held up a boxes of S'mores flavored ones, "instead."

Malia wrinkled her nose. "That's dumb. I'm pretty new to all this -- like, being human, not just being in Fandom. But I thought one of the points of being a person and not an animal was that if you get something to eat you get to keep it."

You know, that was why there were stores instead of people fighting over fresh kills!

"Generally speaking," Astrid offered, "that is how it goes. Most places, though I guess Fandom isn't the only exception there. It is probably the only exception where the food you planned to make into something else turns into other things, though.

"On the flip side," she then added, "we could just order something from town, and there's a good chance we'll get way more than we need and there will be leftovers to last us the entire week...."

That last part trailed off with a thoughtful tilt of her head at Malia.

"Which...probably doesn't help much with getting used to normal human things." Her own nose wrinkled, but it was an apologetic sort of expression. "Sorry."

"There are teenage boys living here, right? Doesn't that usually mean there is no such thing as too much food?"

She'd spent just enough time in Beacon Hills before heading to Fandom to figure that part out, at least.

"You're clearly underestimating what I mean when I say 'way more than we need,'" Astrid said with a small breath of a laugh, "although maybe if there were more than just five of them, you'd have a good point."

The size of Wayne's breakfasts in the previous years and how there rarely seemed to be leftover with those were suddenly put into perspective for her, though.

Malia nodded. That was fair, she probably was underestimating it.

"Is it weird? Having more girls than guys at a school?"

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