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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"Well, it's still progress. And ... she'll get used to it. Once she realizes you guys aren't breaking up or anything." Dinah smiled a little. "I still have to introduce Kyle to my sisters. And outwait the inevitable bibbling when he meets Helena." From either fear or lust. Or both.

[thatsamilkshake]

"There is that. At least Katchoo and I don't have any intimidating women in leather in either of our families."

Somewhere, Tambi laughed, and three sparrows gathering seed outside the window of the coffee shop she was sitting in perished instantly. Two heart attacks and a pulmonary embolism.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Someday, Tambi and Helena should go out for coffee. And the multiverse shudders.

"Yup," Dinah said blithely. "You guys can deal with anything else that happens. I'm sure of it."