Room 505, Sunday Evening

[thatsamilkshake]

Right. Francine could do this. After a weekend of letting her mom in on what Fandom was really like (with a few spare moments for meeting other people's families), she was absolutely ready to bring up the other little tiny thing that might have escaped her mother's attention for the last year.

Or the last few months, depending on whether you were counting how long that little tiny thing had been in Fandom, or how long she'd been living with it.

Francine gave a couple warning knocks before pushing the door open. "So I know I promised I'd introduce you to my roommate before you leave, Mom," she said fairly loudly, just in case that wasn't warning enough.

[OOC: This is going to go so well. For her and her and so much SP omg.]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"That's--" Reassuring enough to almost make Francine's brain explode. "--goo- MUFFINS NO. I like those shoes!"

What. Of course the dog was here all along. Where else would it be?

[marieofsuburbia.livejournal.com]

OH LOOK CONVENIENT DISTRACTION. And less UM-inducing than, say, if Muffins had found the porn.

"Muffins! Bad dog!" Marie scampered to scoop up the puppy, who was not thrilled about nommus interruptus. "I miss you, honey, but I haven't seen you this happy since . . ."

Well.

Since before someone in this room had gone and run away.

[thatsamilkshake]

MUFFINS, DON'T FIND THE PORN. NEVER FIND THE PORN. After all, Francine hasn't even watched it yet.

"I am happy, Mom." You know, in between the plagues and the kidnappings and the pot brownies and the death visions and the sexual confusion. "This is where I'm supposed to be."

[marieofsuburbia.livejournal.com]

Muffins might only find the porn if there was a jailbreak from Marie's arms, which at the moment wasn't likely.

Poor dog.

"Well, if you're sure, sweetheart." Don't mind the dubious glance Katchoo-ward as Marie drifted over to give Francine a hug.

[thatsamilkshake]

Don't mind the stifled YIP! as Francine hugged back, followed by the muttered "I didn't like this sweater anyway."

[marieofsuburbia.livejournal.com]

It was okay. She'd get a whole bunch of new knitted ones come Christmas anyway.

"By the way," Marie half whispered despite the stifled yipping, "you are using protection, aren't you?"

Surprise, Francine, she's on to you!

[thatsamilkshake]

Totally the dog fur she was choking on. "MOM!"

[marieofsuburbia.livejournal.com]

Marie was perfectly innocent, thank you.

Katchoo was dying of apoplexy on her bed, in case you were wondering.

"I'm not in a rush to have grandchildren, you know. Oh, honey, you didn't think I could tell?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"How could you POSSIBLY tell?!"

Francine, what part of that thing you just said sounded like a denial? None part, that's right. None part.

[marieofsuburbia.livejournal.com]

"Mothers have their ways of knowing these things." The angelic face. Oh, the angelic face.

[thatsamilkshake]

It was either look at her and figure out a way to pronounce alskjdgasliudhasipdguya;siudtgai;sdguyal;usyfd;iuasgdi;usy9py9868ETYIPUYIUgjkhgjkhgluygliub;ouo;iqwulxk/;l*&^*)&^(%tuyg&I^Ffjhbk/jbsakljh;iuguyfa;odgasodgh/ahjlijijiougsduyagv;iusgisdpouoiIREIYTFIB"Oihoiohouhdoihdowidhi;ugdb;iuxbisubhiuh;iuhǩfytfiuoopipoiohsouiho;'hSSDFGdgjfdjgfdŠout loud, or turn on the apoplectic one with a shaky, pointy finger.

"YOU! Don't you start! I have pictures of Morgana. Don't think I won't drag them out!"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

The apoplectic one could be loud, but who in this room didn't know that?

"FRANCINE! I KNEW I SHOULD HAVE BURNED THOSE!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Don't you dare. She was adorable!"

Francine, you think 99 out of 100 children are adorable and you're nice to the hundredth because you feel guilty.

[marieofsuburbia.livejournal.com]

Oh, look, both of them were getting the [INSERT FULL NAME HERE], YOU ARE GOING TO SPILL AND DO IT NOW look from Marie.

"Was adorable? Morgana?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine did the utterly mature thing and stuck her tongue out in the no-longer-apoplectic's direction. "Every so often the island likes to, um. Show people what their future children might be like."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Possible future children," Katchoo growled with four times more emphasis than strictly necessary. "Sometimes in completely insane realities that are never, ever, ever going to happen."

[thatsamilkshake]

Which made Francine glance at her feet for a moment, because yeah. "Right."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Only some of them," Katchoo amended very quickly, and in a much softer tone. "They're not all crazy talk."

[thatsamilkshake]

But. But mine were. But she wasn't going to get into that in front of her mother. But.

"Next time you get to have the kid with Chuck Bass," she said instead.