There was a Katchoo, a box containing a cake held behind her back, knocking on the door as soon as she got back to the dorms from her post-work stop at J,GoB, because there was no way she'd forget her best friend's birthday.

"Francie? Oh, Franciiiiiiine . . ." she called, and yes, if you happened to hear her in the hallway she was practically crooning that last bit.

. . .

"Francine?"

A few minutes of standing there, looking forlorn, and Katchoo finally sighed, left the cake by the door, and went back to her own room.