Room 511, Wednesday evening

[thatsamilkshake]

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.]

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[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

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?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Okay, sure." Francine nodded. "I'll try to pick a time when there's not five hundred people in the common room so they don't try to scarf them all down before you get any."

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"They better not," Chuck said, staring at the door. What was that? "Temari wouldn't be pleased."

[thatsamilkshake]

"She's scary when she's not pleased," Francine said. "She yelled at me on the phone except it was that day, so I'm pretty sure it wasn't really me. So okay, no sharing out the special brownies. Got it!"

[rocksthescarf.livejournal.com]

"We'd appreciate it," Chuck said, giving her a smile. That weird feeling was getting worse. "Anyway, I better get going. Thanks, Francine."

[thatsamilkshake]

"You're welcome!" she chirped, waving.