Katchoo and Francine's Dorm Room, St. Louis, Monday Noonish

[thatsamilkshake]

Since Francine had lucked out with no afternoon classes on Mondays, it was the perfect day to grab lunch to go at the dining hall, then take it back to the dorm to sprawl on the bed, dunk fries in ranch dressing, flip through the latest issue of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker: Season 8, and catch up on the world outside of eastern Missouri.

Via her phone, not a comic book about creating new universes by having airborne sex with ... seriously? Wow, this series had not only jumped the shark, it had done a belly-flop onto the shark's back and was now waterskiing behind it while performing opera in Chinese.

[Open for calls, texts, etc., and as always, Le Girl]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You haven't already?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Uh!" It wasn't a very heartfelt protest. "No, Emmett Cullen did that long before I ever got near it."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"I didn't even watch that!"

Oh, he totally did.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Merlin, I was there. You were totally watching. ...At least until Arthur turned human--" And therefore naked. "--again."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...I wasn't paying attention?" Merlin tried weakly.

[thatsamilkshake]

Uh-huh. "To the football-player porn, or Arthur?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Either!" Oh, that was a giant lie. "Both!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Did your nose happen to grow an inch longer just now?"

No reason. Really.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin hadn't actually caught that story, unfortunately. Damn Italy!

"...No? Should it?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Juuuuuust checking. Sometimes that happens to people when they tell big giant lies."