Room 505, Monday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

The homemade cookie stash not having been completely depleted by her newest little sibling, Francine was nibbling on one while sorting clothes from her suitcases into Wash Me, Didn't Wear, and Wore In Curacao But Washed It In New York. She'd had to occupy her time at the Muse somehow; might as well be the laundry room.

If one were to take that as an indication that both of her holiday trips had been heavy on the tanning and/or shopping and light on the successful completion of Other Things, one would not be wrong.

At least the beach was relaxing, she didn't get a sunburn and she'd bought a lot of postcards?

[OOC: Oooopen!]

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[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Can't it be our cheesecake?" That wasn't meant to be a metaphoruendo, but this was. Why, why, why was this as much nerve as she could work up when the Cartoonist the universe wasn't conspiring against them with other mishaps? "No reason we can't enjoy it together."

[thatsamilkshake]

"But not in a sandwich?"

Possibly that non-metaphor should not be followed.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

No, that path led to cookie dough and no. Just no. Many, many, many worlds and multiverses of no.

So Katchoo was going to let it go on its merry little way and veer hard to the left.

"No sandwiches here. Just you and me."

. . .

"And the cheesecake."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Wheee, more for us!"

Sandwiches really would be kind of weird, she had to admit. DAVID AND CASEY.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"I'm not sharing, anyway," Katchoo retorted.

Given it was Francine's hand she made a grab for, and not the cheesecake, well.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine grinned. Though she did have to say "It is a lot of cheesecake."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"But it's good. We can handle it," Katchoo replied. Oooh, fuzzy metaphoricalness.