"Nina!" Wayne went in with his usual brusque response, though he was a little behind on the breakfast, what with the detour he'd taken, still finishing up on the first batch of pancakes, so he wasn't quite as quick on the passing of the plate. "How are ya now?

"Careful with the fridge," he added, since it seemed an important enough of a warning to warrant veering away from his traditional greeting. "It's actin' a bit..." He squinted in search of just the right word for it, "...funneh."