5th Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

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A weekend of weirdness had happened in Fandom, and the only potentially embarrassing thing Francine had done? Had no witnesses. This was an event of epic proportions, and called for a celebration of epic proportions.

Or, you know, French Toast.

Because she really could make breffast.

Lots and lots of breffast, as it turned out.

[Open! Syrupy!]

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"It's syrup, not dynamite!" Francine answered.

Except it came out as "Mmmmph!" what with all the dynamite. Um, syrup.

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"Heh. Morning, sunshine." Katchoo headed over Francine-ward with Grand Plans of giving her a nudge in the side. "Any chance I can steal some of that?"

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"Mmm-hmmph!" Francine, mouth still full, looked up at her with a big smile. Well, as much like a smile as you can get with a mouth full of french toast. Sorry, frensh tosht.

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"You've got syrup all over --" She'd blame the lack of coffee for this bit of stupidity later, but at the moment it was the better alternative to squealing like a girl over how cute Francine was, because no. Katchoo snickered. "Come on, chipmunk, give us a little kiss."

[[Ze canon panel, it calls to me, I cannot stop it . . .]]

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Francine rolled her eyes and giggled. Muffledly. "Ssssschtop iiiiit!"

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Katchoo made the goofiest face anyone else in the room had probably ever seen her make, puckering her lips exaggeratedly at Francine.

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Oooooooh, you think you're so smart, teasing me when my mouth's full and I can't defend myself... Because she could totally defend herself in a battle of wits with Katchoo otherwise. Right. Fine!

Francine puckered her own lips, darted forward, and gave Katchoo a nice big smacky, maple-flavored kiss on the mouth.

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Well, yes. She did think she was smart that way.

And then there was wow with the flail of unexpected hello there.

"Mmm," Katchoo sputtered. "Sticky."

Oooh, that was witty.

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Francine swallowed at least some of her toast, and giggled. "Yew ashked for it!"

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Oh, yes, that she had. Only she hadn't been expecting Francine to actually take her up on it. So cue Katchoo, gobsmacked and grinning at the same time.

"And I must admit, your kiss is just as sweet as I thought it would be," she said, in a weirdly strangled voice that was pretty much her trying not to spaz out.

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"Dooooooork," Francine said though her extra-hard laughter. Extra-hard because something was a little.... something. She didn't know, but something, and laughing was easier than trying to figure out what. "That's the maple syrup."

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"And whenever I have it now I can think of you," Katchoo said, reaching up (there were no tiptoes, shut up) to bop Francine on the nose with one finger. "The gift that keeps on giving."

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"You'll have to wipe your mouth off sometime," Francine pointed out.

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"Yeah, but then every time I have pancakes or waffles for the rest of my life," Katchoo said, pretending to swoon, "I can think of this moment."

Okay, the swooning wasn't entirely pretense.

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Francine snorted. "Well, at least I know you'll never forget me."

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"As if," Katchoo scoffed. "Monkeys will fly out my butt before that happens."

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"Do you have buttmonkey problems you never told me about?" Francine asked, eying her warily.

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"Francie? Let's not give the island ideas."