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Well. Wayne figured he was getting settled into this new place well enough, though the whole island was pretty strange and a little fruity-loops. Worst of it all, though, was the complete lack of things to do. Wasn't used to not having things to do, not even on Sunday, as his family was never particularleh religious (who's got that kind of money?). But he did get a chance to check out the town; even without the castle, it was pretty surreal, and odd that it was somehow smaller than Letterkenny.

No chores. No planting. No nothing. And then he didn't even have any workshops until Tuesday. Fuck. What was he going to do with all this free time? Didn't much care for that. Free time.

Know what he could do, though? He could make breakfast. And not just some toss some flakes in bowl and hit it with some milk breakfast, but a real hearty farmhouse kinda breakfast. Had a decent kitchen in the common rooms, by the look of it, might as well make good use of it. Good selection of food and produce at the general store, got himself everything he needed for a good helping of eggs and bacon, pork sausage and hash browns, fresh fruit, mix up some batter for pancakes with some real maple syrup...

No French toast, though. French toast was just a waste of time.

Good way to start the week, really, and not a bad way to make an impression by feeding people, either.

Breakfast was on. Come an' get it.

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