5th Floor Common Room, Monday Morning

[thatsamilkshake]

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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[thatsamilkshake]

Francine nodded. "She likes pretty stuff. She's got these butterfly hairclip things that are just gorgeous."

[intraspective]

"She's got that whole... lady thing going on," when she wasn't being blood thirsty, "pretty things definitely suit her loads."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine agreed with that assessment, yeah. "Me, I just try not to spill things on pretty stuff. Or fall in the mud."

[intraspective]

"Unless you're tiny again," she said, nodding. "Because then falling in the mud is practically required and rather fun."t

[thatsamilkshake]

"Little me looked at it more as an excellent way to get a bath," Francine said, laughing.

[intraspective]

"Awwww, were you one of those kids that just adores the water?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Bubbles are awwwwwwwwesome," Francine said, which wasn't much of a stretch because she still kind of thought that.