Room 505: Tuesday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

Thoroughly showered and de-veggie-gutted, Francine, wet hair draped over her shoulder, was picking at way too much take-out from the diner and eying the tray of lemon squares like she might just skip dinner entirely and go straight to dessert.

Any resemblance to the picking she was doing at events of this week in general or last night in particular was purely coincidental. In some universe.

[OOC: For various members of the clustre du fucque.]

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[bitchprince]

Since knowing Merlin, Arthur had... actually made it more of a point to actually knock before entering (unless he couldn't be bothered, in which case he didn't; his need to prove himself only extended so far. ... well, on this one, anyway) and so his presence was announced by a polite, firm knocking, numbering three (not four, not two, and five was right out) and a polite not-bursting-into-the-door.

[thatsamilkshake]

Both of which left out Merlin and Katchoo as possibilities for whoever was at the door, since Katchoo lived here and Merlin... would be pecking.

"It's open," she called, a little lazily maybe, but there was the whole food-spread-out-all-over-her-desk-and-a-fry-in-her-hand thing.

[bitchprince]

All right. The door opened. "Francine," Arthur announced. "I have to call upon your services."

Also known as 'Merlin's a bird again and I need someone to feed me, help.'

[thatsamilkshake]

The baking was for herself, but there was actually a reason it had been lemon bars specifically. She was slow, yes, but not entirely unobservant.

"Need a hawk-sitter?" she guessed first, though.

[bitchprince]

"I can deal with the hawk," he said, waving that off. "But I want to hire you to cater this week."

[thatsamilkshake]

It was the words that threw her. Stupid words.

"...You're having a party?"

[bitchprince]

Arthur exhaled an exasperated breath. "Cater for me," he said, "The morning, afternoon and evening meals."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oh!" Um. Slow. Considering that she'd deliberately made baked goods she knew he liked on the assumption that he'd at least wander around in search of immediate food, kind of really slow. "Oh, sure. But you don't need to hire me."

[bitchprince]

"Don't be ridiculous," he said, finding a seat. "You'd need some kind of compensation." The world, how it worked, and so on.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Sometime after there was an Arthur, a bird very cautiously peeked it's head into the room. Walking, it would seem, was very tiring work for a bird accustomed to flight.

He made a very quiet noise to check if Katchoo was in to mock his misfortune.

[thatsamilkshake]

She was not, since she was currently mocking squirrels! Francine assumed, at least, since that happened pretty much every time Katchoo did radio.

"Merlin?"

No, Francine, some other bird-noise-making animal.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Ah, just her. Good then.

Merlin took that as his cue to flutter on up to the foot of the bed, trying very hard not to claw anything up. It wasn't the easiest thing to do with freaking talons.

Though they did look rather wicked...

[thatsamilkshake]

"Want some hamburger?" she asked. "It's cooked, but I'm not sure you'd like raw hamburger anyway."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

But at least it was meat! Merlin hopped just a bit closer to her, bobbing his head in interest of the food.

They were never to speak of this.

[thatsamilkshake]

Never. Ever. Francine extracted the meat (and vegetable by-products, probably, but at least nothing was throwing itself at them) from the bun and laid it out on the wrapper.

"I guess you'll have to find out if hawks like mustard, though."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin hopped closer to it, pecking to pull a manageable bit away from the burger. The mustard was... huh. Not bad. Mostly strange as a bird.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Not poison?" she guessed. "I'm not sure what eww-face looks like on a bird."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo got back to the room after the radio broadcast and peered around the door hopefully. "Any food left, Francie?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Clearly you're not Katchoo, because Katchoo has met me," Francine said, rattling one of the bags.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"The squirrels tell me you had visitors while I was out." Katchoo kicked the door shut and came over, making grabby-hands at the bag.

[thatsamilkshake]

"There was a tall blond guy and a short brown bird," Francine said, tossing it to her. "I didn't catch their names."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo snagged the bag and blew Francine an idle kiss. "Oh, those. We have so many around here."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Coincidentally, they both wanted food." Francine plopped down on her own bed and stretched out, resting on an elbow. "It's like I have a reputation or something."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"You, have a reputation for feeding people?" Katchoo dug three fries out of the bag and ate them in one bite. "Where the hell'd you ever get that?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"I think I inherited it from my mother," Francine answered. "There's probably like... a network of fan websites out there just devoted to how good her cookies are."

....Well.