Room 505, Friday Evening

[thatsamilkshake]

As she'd told Arthur at mass this morning, there was 'food and stuff.' Food was not exactly a full Christmas dinner, but Francine had managed pot roast and veggies, more Christmas cookies than ought to be legal, not a piece of fruitcake in sight. Stuff...was eggnog. With a weetiny bit more rum in it than was strictly legal too.

The door to 505 was wide open, and the music was not Feliz Navidad, which is really all anyone cares about, right?

[OOC: Open like an open thing.]

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"You gonna let me have this, Francie?" So asked by Katchoo, lounging on her bed and sniffing experimentally at the eggnog. "It's kinda potent."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine had kinda thought about that when she was making it, yes. "As long as you're not swimming in the bowl or carrying it around in flasks for the next week..."

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"Eggnog in a flask? Eeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww, Francie, gross!"

Because that would involve having to clean the flask. And this was, after all, Katchoo.

"And it's a bitch to wash out of my hair, so no."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine paused in pouring herself some to ask, "When have you had eggnog in your hair?"

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"Remember the wacky rain?" Katchoo sniffed at her eggnog some more, then took a sip. A small one.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oh, right. Yeah, remind me not to go swimming in maple syrup, either."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

There was a thing with French toast and the common room forever ago, but boy, had it ever stuck with her.

"But it tastes good on you." Look at Katchoo pretending to look forlorn over there. As forlorn as she could while grinning, anyway.

[thatsamilkshake]

"When did-- oh." Look at Francine not pretending to blush over here, as something she hadn't entirely forgotten takes on a whole new significance.

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"Yep." Katchoo took a sip of her eggnog and turned the cup around in her hands. "But if you really don't wanna bathe in it, you could always just splash your face."

[thatsamilkshake]

That set Francine giggling and eww-facing at the same time, but it did also set her thinking. "I bet they make maple syrup flavored lip-gloss."

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"And if not, someone should get on that," Katchoo added. "Never as good as the real thing, though."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Well. I could be persuaded to make French Toast for breakfast tomorrow. If you twist my arm. Call it a late Christmas present." Or a day that ends in Y. "Oh - speaking of." She went to dig in her bag for the envelope Arthur had handed her in church.

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"Does that mean there's a good chance almost every day could be Christmas?" Shh, Katchoo might be downing that eggnog a bit fast, but come on, it was Christmas, and she'd been behaving herself. "That better not be a fruitcake in there."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Arthur swears it's not." Francine left off the part where he was saving all his fruitcake ideas for later. "But he did say it was for you," she added, handing it over.

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"What the hell did he --" Oh. Oh, that conversation. Right. That conversation that had somehow led to her tearing the envelope open now and hello there tropical vacation in the middle of winter and -- "And he told me not to worry about his sense of proportion. Holy frikkin' $%!*."

[thatsamilkshake]

"What?" Francine studied Katchoo's face for any signs of glitter, shaving cream, or marshmallow fluff, but there didn't seem to be any explosions aside from the ones coming out of Katchoo's mouth.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

No, just the one between her ears. But not in a bad way! Mostly.

By way of an answer, Katchoo held the tickets out to Francine. "I swear, when I mentioned anything to him, I didn't mean something like this."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine squinted at them. "Dutch Ant--- Holy frikkin' $%!*"

Bad influence, Katchoo. Bad, bad influence.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

She rubbed off on people! She couldn't help it!

. . . not, relatively speaking, dirty.

"Christ. I'm gonna kick his ass, that insane, overcompensating . . ." She could continue in that vein for quite some time, but the bemused look on her face, halfway between wanting to laugh and cry, ought to dispel any doubt that she meant it.

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"Royal crazyperson?" Francine stared at the tickets some more. They were expensive - they could take a lot of staring. "Katchoo, I gave him a sweater. A sweater!"

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"Which is more than I gave him." Oh, look, they could stare in stereo, and congratulations, Arthur, you won that round big time. "All I said was I wanted to take you somewhere nice for a couple of days. Like in the city, not a tropical island, geez!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"You helped me with the dragon." Pointing that out was as natural as breathing and didn't slow Francine down in her WTFery at all. "...You told him that?"

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"He asked what I wanted for Christmas, and you know pigs'll fly out of my ass before he backs down when he wants something." Katchoo shrugged helplessly. "So that's . . . yeah."

[thatsamilkshake]

"You're both fruitcakes." Francine leaned over to press a smackery kiss on her forehead. "Sweet fruitcakes."

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"I resent that remark." Yes, resent it in such a way as to reach up and wrap an arm around Francine. "Or wait, do I resemble it?"