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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[bitchprince]

"Well, I am paying them," Arthur said, logically. "I believe that gives me the right to speak to them, don't you?" Because it worked that way.

[thatsamilkshake]

"You could try tapering off on the mako, Zack Junior, I guess. But a bunch of other people are paying them too. Plus, well. Chewie's never gonna find an art teacher without something she can complain about."

[bitchprince]

Arthur rolled his eyes at the phone (because that was so very useful), and answered, "Then maybe I should give her a talking-to. I'm just trying to ensure the quality of your education is as high as it could be."

And he was perfectly willing to shout at some people to accomplish that.

[thatsamilkshake]

"As long as I'm not in the room for that conversation. I'm pretty sure Katchoo would come up with words even I haven't heard from her."

[bitchprince]

"Oh, I'm sure it wouldn't be that bad," said Arthur.

Over-optimistically.