Francine and Katchoo's Dorm Room, St. Louis: Saturday Afternoon

[thatsamilkshake]

Leftover pizza made a great breakfast even when you were five, and Saturday morning cartoons were a pretty good distraction from the impending arrival of lunchtime, but it did finally catch up.

"I'm hungry." Let's see just how waiflike Francine could make herself look, shall we? "I want ice cream!"

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[OOC: For the girl and an eventual bewildered guest, but open for calls set before he arrives, too.]

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[thatsamilkshake]

"No marryin' if you want ice cream!"

Francine might be a little fixated, but BAD WORD SYMBOLS if she wasn't going to ram home that idea into his head.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Franciiiiiiiiiiine!" Tiny Katchoo wasn't any better at stage-whispering than college-student Katchoo was. "We're the ones who want ice cream!"

To David, she added a very demandy little "Fine! So say you were wrong when you thought I wasn't me!"

[drawingbreath.livejournal.com]

Oh, this couldn't go anywhere good.

"I...am very sorry I thought you weren't you. You couldn't possibly be anybody but you." That was almost clever, for somebody with a peepee brain. "But Ka--- uh. Somebody so owes me an explanation later."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Somebody owes us ice cream!" Not that Francine was quite sure how he suddenly owed them when she'd offered to pay, but, uh. Whatever, he was the grownup!

She stuck out her hand for someone to take it because that was what you did when you went outside.

With a strange grownup.

Oh, Marie. Stop crying.