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]

"A guy who does dishes? Where have you been all my life?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Well Kansas originally. Then New York," Jamie answered as he pounded his fist twice on the counter to make a couple of dishwashing dupes (Who immediately set to work on the dishes). "Though I've been in Fandom about three years now."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine blinked. And then blinked and blinked again, one for each dupe. "That's... handy."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Oh. You haven't seen me do that?" Jamie asked shrugging and turning his attention back to the French toast. "It's a thing."

[thatsamilkshake]

"I knew you could," Francine said, because she seemed to recall some discussion with Temari and Chuck and Claire, but it was all kind of hazy due to that weird reaction she'd had to the oregano brownies. "I just didn't think of eating and cleaning up at the same time. You must have the cleanest room ever, with a bunch of you to take care of all your stuff."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Only if they listen to me," Jamie admitted. "Sometimes I have a mind of my own."