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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"So ... we find out together?" Tara said. Yeah, she wasn't satisfied with the ten-cent answer, but she also wasn't the type to prompt a sex talk. "I'll see you Saturday. I mean, probably before then, but definitely Saturday."