"You have your boarding pass? And your passport? And your clarinet-case? And your sunblock and calamine lotion?" Marie Peters didn't stop asking questions as she poked at every area of her daughter that was remotely pokeable, which, Francine was grateful, were fairly limited by the mountain of carry-on luggage she was currently struggling beneath.
"Yes, Mom. Except for the lotion; that's already checked. No liquids on the plane, remember?"
"As if you're going to blow up a 747 with SPF 75."
( Francine buried her face in her hands... )
[NFB/NFI due to distance, OOC happily chomped.]
"Yes, Mom. Except for the lotion; that's already checked. No liquids on the plane, remember?"
"As if you're going to blow up a 747 with SPF 75."
( Francine buried her face in her hands... )
[NFB/NFI due to distance, OOC happily chomped.]