Room 505, Monday Early Evening

[thismaskiwear]

Look, it had been years since Katchoo had lived in Chicago. You'd think she'd be getting acclimated to Fandom weather by now, but Houston to Los Angeles to Hana, Hawaii left enough of an impression that the necessity of staying indoors in winter still chafed

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[thatsamilkshake]

"Diiiiinnner is served!" said the door, which was not quite accurate as dinner was in fact on the other side of it and taking up pretty much all of Francine's available door-opening arms. And also Francine said it, not the door.

[thismaskiwear]

If the door started talking Katchoo was going to kick it down.

Which was not what she was doing. No, that was actually opening the door, sketchbook set aside for now, and making a move to help relieve Francine of some of the aforementioned dinner.

"Did I order room service? I don't remember."

[thatsamilkshake]

"No, this is all for me," Francine lied, setting a carton of crab rangoon on her desk so she could balance the rest. "But I live here, so you'll have to watch me eat it."

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"Oh, the humanity!" Katchoo declaimed melodramatically. "How could you be so cruel, Francie?"

Clocky beeped derisively, as if to say she'd deserve it for all the paper ball flinging.

"Can I at least sit here and look pitiful while you do?"