Room 511, Late Wednesday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Text: Dear Mom, sorry I haven’t written much, but I’ve been kind of busy baking cookies and wearing spandex and kissing the person I love most in the world and then having sex with my boyfriend. I think I love him too. Not that I’m sure what that means. Oh, and then kissing the boy my boyfriend Likes. I don’t know what that means either, except we kept saying “confusing” a lot, and then not saying anything at all. But it was all some kind of spell and nothing’s weird between any of us now, so everything’s ok, right? Right. But now He’s gone off with Him to the future, to help a girl bury her father, and I ..... packed them sack lunches, like it was a field trip to the air and space museum. And She’s all of six rooms down the hall but I’m not there talking to her about how thoroughly uncomplicated my life is, even though nothing’s weird at all between us and everything’s ok, right? Right. So, you know, I had some free time to write. Hug Benjamin for me when he comes home to do laundry and tell Dad not to work so late hard.

Love, Francine

Exhibit F: Unsent Letter #459


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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"FRANCINE!"

Dinah stared in horror, then cracked up at the sudden mental image, and, "Oh... my... god... The lights? And then....?" Yeah, she'd be a while coming back from that one, judging by the way she fell over laughing.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Shh. You never heard that." Though it occurred to her that given Dinah's powers, it might be more favor than gossip if she added, "...You also never heard that the furniture moved."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah was still giggling for a bit when she thought of that, too, then her giggles trailed off into an expression of uh-oh. "Furniture... moved?" She paused, then facepalmed. "Oh god."

[thatsamilkshake]

"It might have just been the hormone thing," Francine offered in an attempt to comfort her if she needed it. "That didn't happen when we, um. The next time."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"That's good," Dinah said. Hopefully. Except now she's remembering how stuff used to move when she got mad, and wasn't paying attention, and... "Maybe the first time I do this should be somewhere with very little furniture. Just in case." She paused. "Second time?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine studied her crumb-covered fingers. "Turns out we don't need crazy magic hormones or extreme denial either. Who knew?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Cookie!" Dinah said gleefully, pushing aside thoughts of sex-induced TK for now, since it so wasn't an issue at the moment. "Yaaay!"

How could things be confused if things were going so well?

[thatsamilkshake]

And the gods said Ahahahahahahahahaha.

"Yay," Francine agreed, though not at Dinah-level bounce.