"Vette." Wayne was eyeing that bonus glitter with an air of wary skepticism, because he's just finished burning all of his glitter shirts and things were shaping out (he hoped) to be a relatively glitter-free set of workshops for him, and he'd rather like to keep things that way. "So far......"

Was it a dramatic pause? Was he really taking his time to consider the answer? Had Wayne actually forgotten that he was smack dab in the middle of an answer?

Hard to tell, but just as it got to feel like maybe he had forgotten, he swung in with a hearty, "so good."

And he was fixing up a plate for her already, mostly just glad to actually see her this morning since she'd seemed to miss the last few. She was usually the best bet against leftovers, after all.

"How are ya now?"

"Ohhhh," came the usual drawl and the usual plate full of food being passed Vette's way, "not so bad. Also no classes until tomorrow. Again. What's on your agenda this time around?"

*insert maniacle cackling here*

"Sounds like everything worked out pretty well for you, then," said Wayne, with a firm sort of tone of approval, with a small nod of his head to go along with it any everything. "I'll still have to get a late start on my own scrapyard shift on Tuesday, but that's no diff'rent than last time around, and I guess I'll see you in the Banana class...which should be....interestin'...."

Hey, he wasn't stuck in Quote-Unquote-Wilderness again and the threat of glitter seemed...reduced, so while it was all looking a bit light for his tastes, he had no complaints yet.

To his considerable credit, there was actually a moment where Wayne almost asked why.

"Right," he said, answering his own question before it had even finished forming, "on account of the whole blue alien thing, I s'pose."

Wayne's face squinted a little, then he blinked a few times, which was how you knew he was really thinking about something a bit more complex that his usual day-to-day thoughts about hawkey fights and chorin' and havin' a dart or a scrap or a Puppers and how dogs were the best.

"Now what..." he ventured, blinked, and tried again, as if really trying to get a grapple on this idea for a class that he was clearly never even going to be a part of, "now what if that class was specifically about things like travelin' into space? That would be different, now, wouldn't it?"

Wayne nodded a little, firmly, satisfied with the idea that there were at least some travel class options for Vette, unlikely as they may have seemed to him, but it wouldn't be very fair, would it, if she wanted to travel and couldn't just on account of who she was. He didn't think he would likeleh take a class like that...or maybe it would, it did seem interesting, and he had some questions about space travel that he might be able to get answered, questions he might have asked Vette about, but they were a bit impolite, especially at breakfast.

But, while they were on the topic of space travel, and there were questions that weren't impolite, he said, "I never did get the chance to ask you...how was your trip back home? Lana said you had a chance to go, and I've been meaning to get after it."

It may have been a while, sure, but he had been meaning to ask, and Wayne was the sort of person to ask about some little detail you'd mentioned to him months after the fact, sometimes when the other person had already forgotten about it.

Well, from where Wayne was sitting (or, well, standing, in this instance), a rusty, smelly, nasty moon sounded like just the sort of place Vette's weird disease-spreading shark alien boyfriend would feel right at home.

But Wayne nodded again, seeming satisfied with that answer as he went to go pour another pancake. "S'good to hear you had a good trip, then," he said. "S'prolly nice to get home for a little bit, 'specially if it's been a while."

And, he figured, if it was likeleh pretty different. Sure, he could go on and on about how different this place was from Letterkenny, but it still wasn't all that different...

...once you got past all the aliens and the space stuff and the monsters and the occassional lack of color, anyway.

"That does seem....pretty dummmmb," Wayne said in an agreeing sort of drawl. "Can't be good, not bein' able to get home, 'specially with this place being...so...this place."

There was a squinting, thoughtful moment.

"M'not sure I'd put a whole lot of faith in those portals, either, though," he admitted. "What's to say it's not just going to up and throw you somewhere else entirely?"

"I s'pose that's true," said Wayne, tone going a little thoughtful. "S'not like you can just hop a rocket ship and head on back; I bet Earth space technologieee isn't quite up to snuff, which, y'know, almost begs the question of how you managed to wind up here in the first place, Vette..."

"Well," said Wayne, nodding to Vette again after a long moment of thinking about that and thinking about how, just when he was starting to not mind so much how weird this place was, someone had to go and tell him about magical transporting thingies that sent them off to airports on far distant planets, which he did not care for at all, "glad to hear you got the home part all worked out, Vette. Looks like you could still use a bit of work on the glitter, though..."

"I feel," said Wayne, in a very firm sort of voice that would very likely be stubborn about this opinion, surprising no one, "that glitterbombs aren't something one should have to check forrrrr...."

But great. Outstanding. Now he was gonna have to check...for glitterbombs.

Wayne just looked at Vette for a good solid moment, a look that could see exactly where she was going, a look that wanted to tell her to just pump the brakes there, but a look that knew it wasn't going to do any good, they were already half-way over the cliff...

"Oh, fuck," he said. "Fuck, no. There hasn't been."

But now he could just imagine.