thatsamilkshake: (mellow flowers)
Francine Peters ([personal profile] thatsamilkshake) wrote2009-02-04 11:40 am

Room 511, Wednesday evening

Hiding out in the safety of her room after yesterday's traumatizing events (among others)? Francine? Of course not.

God, it was so nice to be able to lie again.

Though at the moment most of her lying was happening on the bed with the window cracked open, a softly scented and unseasonably warm breeze wafting in from the direction of the park, and a book on adult literacy spread out before her as she sprawled. She really didn't have a clue how to help somebody learn to read, no matter how many picture books she checked out of the library, so she figured she might as well try to find out.

[OOC: Open as open is, though expecting one with ears the size of small saucers at worst, whose thread be chronoschmoogically last! ...Also it always said evening.]

[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com 2009-02-05 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I see. Well, Francine, I was wondering, if you had the time..." Of course she had the time. "...if you'd like to make me and a friend some brownies? We both are awful cooks and don't want to risk burning down the common room."

[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com 2009-02-05 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, Temari and I want some very special brownies," Chuck told her. "And we don't want to risk the...specialness with our poor cooking skills. So that's why we need the help of someone like you."

[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com 2009-02-05 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Yep, that was us," Chuck lied without even thinking about it. "So you'll really do it?"

[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com 2009-02-05 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"No, no, nothing like that," Chuck said, sliding a hand into his pocket and pulling out a plastic bag. There was about a quarter of ground up weed in it. "Just this oregano. We like Italian brownies."

Chuck paused. "Actually, chocolate chips in them would be nice too."

He felt Temari would appreciate that.

[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com 2009-02-05 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah-huh," Chuck said with a nod. "We know it's weird but we love them."

Chuck was a lying liar who lied.

[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com 2009-02-05 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"That's the spirit," Chuck said, smirking. "I knew I could count on you, Francine. You're such a good friend."

[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com 2009-02-05 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
Chuck opened his mouth to say something else but was stopped when he suddenly felt a strange disturbance in the force. Something weird was near. Possibly something weird with freakishly large ears.

"...any time, Francine," Chuck said, sounding a little distracted. "Um. So want to make them sometime next week?"

[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com 2009-02-05 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
"They better not," Chuck said, staring at the door. What was that? "Temari wouldn't be pleased."

[identity profile] rocksthescarf.livejournal.com 2009-02-05 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"We'd appreciate it," Chuck said, giving her a smile. That weird feeling was getting worse. "Anyway, I better get going. Thanks, Francine."