Francine and Katchoo's Dorm Room, St. Louis: Saturday Afternoon

[thatsamilkshake]

Leftover pizza made a great breakfast even when you were five, and Saturday morning cartoons were a pretty good distraction from the impending arrival of lunchtime, but it did finally catch up.

"I'm hungry." Let's see just how waiflike Francine could make herself look, shall we? "I want ice cream!"

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[OOC: For the girl and an eventual bewildered

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[thismaskiwear]

"Freezer's too high, Francie," Katchoo pointed out from where she was bouncing on the bed. "You get the ice cream! You're bigger!"

The waiflike look might be starting to work its wiles, though.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Noooo, real ice cream. Inna cone with scoops!" Francine stabbed a wee finger towards the door. There was an ice cream shop out there somewhere. There had to be.

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo stopped bouncing and plunked down onto her butt on the bed. "You got money?"

What? She never had cash on her.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I dunno. Maybe?" Francine scrambled up from the floor where she'd been watching My Pretty Purple Pony and ran over to her desk to get her purse.

Yanking it down by the strap so it bonked her on the head, as you do. "Ow."