Room 511, Wednesday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

After today's trip out to talk to Katchoo, Francine wasn't feeling very social. More thinky, not that her thoughts were really going anywhere except in circles.

So instead of going downstairs for the weekly shirtless vampire fix, she was camped out on her bed with a bowl of vanilla wafers, a glass of milk, and the beginnings of a letter home about everything she'd been doing for the past few months. If by 'beginning' you mean five lines worth of I was a super-hero! Booze is evil... Katchoo is...

Dunk. Crunch. Scribble.

[OOC: For the eeeeears.]

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[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Knocking on the door, Merlin peeked on in. "Francine?"

[thatsamilkshake]

She looked up, pen in hand, cookie half-protruding from lips. "Hpph, muffin." Or, um, something like that. She waved a come on in.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"...Muffin?" Merlin was coming in anyway, of course.

[thatsamilkshake]

Bite. Chew. Swallow. Try not to choke while doing that as fast as possible. "Merlin! I said Merlin! I was just, um." Oh look, crumbs. "Being attacked by a cookie at the time!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin smiled once quickly before he managed to look terribly serious about that. "I've been lax in my duties to protect you it seems."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine shook the box. "Quick, they're gonna swarm!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Taking a seat on the bed, Merlin bravely took one of the vile, marauding cookies and ate it. For the good of all. "We'll fight them back!"

[thatsamilkshake]

"You might want to try drowning them." Francine pointed to the milk carton on the nightstand. There was an upside-down stack of plastic cups not far away from it.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"You were prepared." Biscuits and milk? That sounded... not bad at all. Getting up to pour himself a glass, he held it out to offer her first.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine raised the half-full glass she'd been propping between her crossed feet. "I tried to defend myself..."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"It's a two person job it seems," Merlin informed her seriously.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Well, there's a lot of cookies!"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"A damn good thing I came by," Merlin said, grinning widely at her.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I don't know what I'd have done without you," Francine answered earnestly. Well, yes she did. Scratch more stuff out and eat more cookies, and go up another jean size.

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Well, he'd probably be nervously reading and re-reading his magic book all night...

"How are you today?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine gave a little shrug, tucking the pen behind her ear. Where it would stay for a maximum of 30 seconds before falling into her lap. "Fine, I guess." Whatever that ever meant. "How about you?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Fine," Merlin answered in the exact same tone. He looked down at his milk, taking a sip before... "Was this watered down?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"...The milk?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Well... yes." Said the boy who drank milk damn near fresh from the cow.

Pasteurization and homogenization were both just odd words to him.

[thatsamilkshake]

"It's skim," she said, pointing at the carton. So... pretty much yes, not that she thought of it in those terms. "Less fat."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

Merlin made a face and put it down next to the carton. "I'll stick to just the biscuits."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine made a note to buy some whole milk next time. "Is milk different where you're from? I mean when?"

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Well--" Merlin paused to think about it. "Have you ever milked a cow before?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Actually, yeah." She nodded. "My grandparents had a farm when I was little."

[bigdamndestiny.livejournal.com]

"Didn't you drink that?"