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Third Floor Common Room; Monday Morning [08/12].
Even as toys, you don't [CENSORED] with tradition!
It was Monday morning and Wayne (who would eventually start to take umbrage with the fact that they'd gone and made him a lumberjack when he was clearly a farmer, but had not yet made that distinction) headed down to the common room to make breakfast like he did every Monday morning, and it was a good thing that the process of making breakfast pretty much just involved taking already made plates out of the fridge, pretending to warm them up on a stove, and then setting them out, because it would be really hard to manage much more with those little C-shapes hands of his.
But, as it was, he set to the task of 'making breakfast,' and, before you knew it, 'breakfast' was served!
And the eggs were looking mighty tasty today, especially, if you asked him.
[[ I knew I was forgetting someone! Open common room is open! ]]
It was Monday morning and Wayne (who would eventually start to take umbrage with the fact that they'd gone and made him a lumberjack when he was clearly a farmer, but had not yet made that distinction) headed down to the common room to make breakfast like he did every Monday morning, and it was a good thing that the process of making breakfast pretty much just involved taking already made plates out of the fridge, pretending to warm them up on a stove, and then setting them out, because it would be really hard to manage much more with those little C-shapes hands of his.
But, as it was, he set to the task of 'making breakfast,' and, before you knew it, 'breakfast' was served!
And the eggs were looking mighty tasty today, especially, if you asked him.
[[ I knew I was forgetting someone! Open common room is open! ]]
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"Sabine!" Wayne greeted, with some genuine cheer in his usual brusque greeting, shifting some freshly pretended-to-be-cooked eggs from his pan so he could now pretend to cook some hashbrowns. "How are ya now?"
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It was hard to not feel happy when looking down at a pair of perfectly sunny eggs.
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And just like that, it was ready! Wayne carefully put the disc with the eggs on them onto a plate and handed it over to her.