"Yeah, I don't get it either. I mean that's what she mostly paints, I get that, but..." But Francine had a certain fundamental disconnect with the idea that people seeing her without clothes could be a good thing. Wonder why.

She sighed and stirred the last melty bit of whipped cream into her cocoa. "Sorry. You called to catch up and I'm all wah, wah, my life, so hard. What're you doing?" It had to be more cheerful than anything Francine had left to say, right?