Once upon a time, Francine came back to her room yesterday to find a
lot of messages on her answering machine. The
first one was from Mr. --- um, Marshall, who thought she was giving out his number to angry lesbians. She
called him back right away to set him straight, but the
next one was even weirder, from a number she didn't recognize, until she realized it must be about getting the Sooper Sekrit Club together again, so she
called back and left what she hoped was a sufficiently sneaky message.
Then there was the
Angry Lesbian, and since she finally knew what Marshall was talking about, she
called him back to let him know exactly how much it freaked her out. And then there was the weird call from
Cutie With The Arms -- he sounded annoyed, but maybe
inviting him over for cookies did the trick there?
Just when she'd started wondering if she'd been pissing people off without even knowing it, between him and the Angry Lesbian, the
next message played like it was tailor-made to cheer her up! It worked so well that Francine Peters, codename Wallflower, actually
called a boy and
asked him out! ...Well, sort of.
At that point she was flying so high that even the
really weird message from Katchoo couldn't bring her down, though it left her scatterbrained enough that she had to
call back three times to add more to her reply.
After all that, the kind of random suggestion of
a nap from Chad had seemed like a pretty darned good idea. She could save the baking with
special ingredients for the next day.
Today!
Which was why anyone passing her half-open door would be hard-pressed to miss the scent of fresh-baked
double chocolate mint chocolate chip cookies cooling on the windowsill.
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