Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [06/21].

[white_oleander]

Everything seemed pretty much in order for Monday Morning breakfast this week. No weird ingredient swaps, no excess of highly processed foods instead, the appliances and equipment was all functioning properly and as they should be, no weird monsters or animals just hanging out...

...well, the gremlin in the corner was back, but Astrid found that if she just gave him a plate of pancakes, he seemed content. And it would probably make sense that him having breakfast would make him less inclined to bite people, but still. Definitely something to keep an eye on or a wide breadth of until she had to leave for class.

And with everything running smoothly, she actually got a good portion of it ready this time before anyone else started trickling in. She was starting to get the hang of it, even if it was still not nearly the level that Wayne had been.

[[ open breakfast is open of course! ]]

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[bookbeltof_love]

It was not Nina who wandered into the common room first, though she'd be along once she noticed him gone.

Instead, it was Foomy, who rolled on in like he owned the place and burbled a cheerful, if incomprehensible, greeting.

[white_oleander]

Astrid recognized that burbling instantly, looking down toward the floor expectantly with a faint smile when her expectations were confirmed.

"Now there's someone I haven't seen in a while," she said, fondly, with a faint breath of nostalgia. "How's it going, Foomy? Did you come all the way up here just for some breakfast?"

[bookbeltof_love]

It was a bit of a distance, wasn’t it? But no fear, Foomy had travelled further and over more perilous lands than up a floor in the dorms! The stairs had been a thrilling adventure, even, as the bounce necessary to get up them most efficiently required a certain level of precision that most sets didn’t. And he certainly wouldn’t mind some sustenance, though he did have to watch what he ate because he didn’t want to lose his perfect figure (charmingly round and a delicate shade of pink) and upset his fans.

Fans were so fickle but he did love them so…

While he explained this to Astrid, in a chipper series of beebling, he bumped one of her feet affectionately, then rolled back to survey her properly.

It had been awhile, hadn’t it? How was she keeping?

[white_oleander]

Astrid was really not much closer to understanding what any of those little bleebs and blurbles actually meant than she had been more than a year ago (probably less so now, actually), but it never really mattered and she smiled down at him as he nudged her foot.

"Well," she offered, "we've got pancakes, some sausage, eggs, bacon. Toast?" That seemed fitting for jelly demon, right? "Cereal, too, if that's more your style."

Whichever was less likely to ruin that perfectly rotund shape, anyway.