Room 505, Wednesday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Given everything that had gone on over the break and since they'd got back, it probably wasn't all that surprising that despite the cookies-and-milk she was currently occupying herself with as she sprawled on her bed reading, Francine wasn't entirely relaxed. You could tell by the way her toes kept tapping against the headboard. Click. Clackety-thud click.

[OOC: Expecting the Ears, but door's open! Also for, you know, people who live here.]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"...You should definitely make sure the chocolate farm has indoor plumbing."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"With a chocolate hot tub."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine just stared at him for a moment.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It would work!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Best idea ever. Why doesn't that exist now?" Because it's hideously unsanitary, Francie.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Sanitation! Who needs it?

"It has to." Somewhere. In, like, Japan.

[thatsamilkshake]

It does, but they cheat and just ladle chocolate over the bathers. Not that Francine knows that.

"Are we deliberately not talking about Stuff or just working our way there?" Francine finally asked because someone had to. "I can go with either. I've got lots of cookies."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...working our way there, I think." It was them after all.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Just checking." Francine reached for another cookie (oatmeal raisin, for those keeping track) and dunked it in her glass. "There. At least the cookies can have a chocolate bath."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Which is a suitable punishment for them," Merlin said seriously.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I don't know. Drowned in chocolate milk sounds like a pretty light sentence."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Ah, but then we devour them!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"And then they take their revenge by moving to our hips and never leaving." Francine wiped crumbs from the corner of her mouth and eyed Merlin's... place where he'd have hips if he wasn't Merlin. "Well. My hips."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...I could eat them all," Merlin offered carefully.

[thatsamilkshake]

"You could," she agreed. "Except somehow I get the feeling the ones you eat are going to my hips too. I mean, they're not going to yours."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin eyed the biscuit. "...does it work like that?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine eyed it too. "Not usually. In Fandom? Who knows."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

He took a bite and nodded before it could leap out and attach itself to her hips.

"So. We talked about--this whole thing."

[thatsamilkshake]

"You and Katchoo." No, him and the cookies, Francine.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Yes." Because that was easier than explaining he talked to his girlfriend's--friend about the kissing.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Yeah. So did we." Arguably in this case, she could mean Katchoo or the cookies. She'd done some talking to both.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"She said things were better now?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"She did?" It wasn't disagreement; it was...something. Hope. That things were better for her, at least. "I mean. Maybe. Yeah. I guess. They're, um. Different, at least."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Are you okay with that?" He asked after a minute spent sipping the biscuit in the 'milk'.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine wrapped her fingers around her glass and tucked her feet up onto the bed. "Honestly I'm not sure what I feel." She gave a small, slightly dry laugh. "Which I guess is our problem in a nutshell, huh."