Francine Peters

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After yesterday, Francine was feeling pretty good about the first aid idea, a bit more like the whole support group plan -- or rather, her being involved in the whole support group plan -- wasn't so crazy after all.

So today she was sitting at her desk with a bowl of cherry tomatoes -- what? They're a fruit! -- and her notebook, looking over the list of things she'd put together from Arthur and from yesterday, occasionally adding a note like "bring gatorade, not just water: electrolytes!"

[OOC: Expecting the... uh. Cheekbones! But open. As is the door.]

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.

[OOC: Open like a mouth waiting for the insertion of cookies! ...Now I want cookies.]