white_oleander: (breakfast time)
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Astrid and Troy both had sort of failed to spread the word to the new kids about Monday Morning Breakfast, but, then again, they'd just sort of adopted the tradition, so they didn't have nearly as much stake in it as Wayne had. In fact, they had so little stake in it that Astrid knew Troy was pretty much out the moment he realized he had a first period class and that he'd have to get up earlier to fit in it before he went. Which was understandable, first period classes were generally why Astrid stopped going to breakfast, but she figured she could at least give it a try to keep the tradition going if there was any interest in it.

She didn't consider herself as good of a cook as Wayne, and she'd definitely never cooked much for other people, just herself, and it was simple things, because you didn't get too complex when you were barely tall enough to reach the stove and was only cooking because it was one of those weeks where your mother sort of forgot about things like feeding you. But the effort gave her something to focus on that wasn't her mother or her empty room, so she was all in, wondering if Wayne would criticize her for her less-than-perfect pancakes or just be proud that someone was keeping his breakfast tradition going.

Probably both, she s'posed.

[[ open breakfast is indeed open! ]]
howareyanow: (cooking time)
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Wayne had spent a good deal of time, when he got to the common room early that morning to get breakfast going before he had to mosey on over to his class, just sort of squinting into the fridge, occasionally leaking a disconsolate growl-grumble about it, because what he had expected to be in the fridge was not in the fridge, which was a problem, because Wayne didn't particularleh like it when things didn't go as expected.

But he'd convinced himself that he'd be making a very Thanksgiving-themed breakfast that morning, on account of all the leftovers he'd expected (and confirmed having existed all throughout the weekend) to be in the fridge that morning. Only to show up, ready to whip up a Thanksgiving-specific menu, and discover that all the leftovers....were gone.

Another grumble escaped him, because wouldn't it jus' figgur? As soon as he prepares himself fer this sort of thing, the island goes and switches it up on him.

At least, that's what he figgured it was. It made more sense than the idea that anyone had actually eaten all of it by now...

So it was back to a solid, basic, typical breakfast that morning, while Wayne tried hard to not be too disappointed about it.

[[ open breakfast is open! And lacking in leftovers! ]]
howareyanow: (cooking time)
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It was hard saying goodbye to old Gus yesterday (well, and Katy-Kat, too, but that was diff'rent!), and Wayne had almost considered maybe keeping him around, but the farm was easily the best place for the bo, but it had still been nice to have him around for the weekend and get to introduce him to a few people, too.

But now it was back to business as usual, and breakfast as usual, or at least breakfast as usual as well as it could be when all he seemed to have were tiny knives and tiny pans and tiny plates...

So breakfast might be a while today unless you were lookin' fer some...lighter fare, which was why there was also a box of doughnuts on the table fer everyone to hold them over in the meantime.

[[ and open breakfast is open and tiny! ]]
howareyanow: (cooking time)
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Probably not surprising anyone fer this week, considering the weekend, Wayne came into the common room that morning fer Monday Morning Breakfast to find the fridge was particularly well-stocked with sauerkraut and bratwurst, and, not one to let things like that just go to waste, added a frittata and some hash to the usual offerings and expected pancakes.

And he weren't going to even say nothing about it, either, because, as far as weird things to happen on a Monday morning, that barely even registered as one, so it seemed a bit...silly to go and make a fuss.

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]
howareyanow: (cooking time)
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There was a whole new step that had been developed, recently, in Wayne's process for gettin' up and makin' breakfast to start the day. It started with him actually waking up, gettin' ready (a process that didn't take too long at all), checking radio, checking his hawkey fights, and then heading to the common room, and (this was the new part) doing a swift but thorough look around the place to check fer anything...funny. Because if there was anything funny, he wanted to make sure he got wind of it before getting into his cooking, even if the funny didn't even directly relate to the cooking itself.

Like today, there was definitely a gremlin hanging out over behind the TV, which was generally good to know, because if he hadn't done that sweep, then he could have come right out and surprised someone at an inopportune moment, and now he could at least give people the warning.

Other'n that, though, everything seemed normal, the food was all as it should be, the equipment was all right...Well, it seemed all the usual plates had been replaced with small plastic kiddy plates with cartoon characters and dividers in 'em, but if that and the gremlin were the worst of what he was getting today, Wayne wasn't going to complain!

...not too much, anywhey!

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]
sparkinyou: (artwork - drawing)
[personal profile] sparkinyou
After a day like yesterday, Miles decided the best thing he could do was get out of his room. Granted he only made it as far as the common room but hey, it was progress.

Currently he was on the couch with his headphones on and sketching away in his sketch book.

But probably what most people would notice is that he was caught up in the music he was listening to without really knowing the lyrics.

Needless to say, I gave her a steak
She was a bad bad, never the bae
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a rake
OooooOOOOooooooOOOOooo


You're welcome to correct him.

[Open like an open thing. That's open. I don't know. Just come visit.]
howareyanow: (cooking time)
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Wayne didn't get a chance to chat with many of the newbies on picnic day, meaning he didn't have many chances to let them know about Monday Morning Breakfast, but, hopefulleh, the breakfast would take care of letting them know itself through the power that was cooking aromas working its way through this school's odd kind of ventilation system. Or word would get around somehow. Or he'd just have a lot of leftovers for the week, and that was okay, too, though not exactly optimal.

Honestly, though, by Monday morning (though a bit of a later start than usual since he wound up with a class first period; that was hardly going to stop breakfast, though!), he was mostleh just feeling glad that, when he came into the common room, all the stuff he'd gotten for it was there and just the way he'd left them, there wasn't anything weird going on with any of the equipments or cupboards or dishes, no abundance of weird ingredients, no lurking gremlins, no nothing out of the ordinary....which was a little out of the ordinary, but Wayne, who was about 95% sure this island was going to try and fuck up the first Monday Morning Breakfast of a new semester, was not going to complain!


...not about that, anywhey!

[[ open breakfast is open! ]]

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