Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

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Katchoo being shorter than Francine wasn't new; Katchoo being this much shorter than Francine was.

Also not new: Francine feeding people, where for the time being the term 'people' encompassed her tiny four-year-old roommate-slash-girlfriend, currently plunked down three feet in front of the TV and flipping through the channels because nobody wanted her anywhere near the food preparation. That remote control might get thrown sometime soon.

Why?

"STUPID GOLF! I WANNA WATCH SOMETHING ELSE!"

Because of that.

This could get messy, and that was even before the food.

[OOC: Francine modded with permission, common room is open. Beware of Chewie-flung projectiles.]

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[awakestheghosts]

She played nervously with a strand of her hair.

"I'm C-Chloe S-Saunders."

[thatsamilkshake]

Who was in her Adventures In Lit class last fall, but Fandom had a way of being utterly unpredictable when it came to what weetiny kids remembered. "It's nice to meet you, Chloe. Do you want something to drink while we wait for it to be done? There's milk and juice."

You'd better believe there was milk and juice. Francine had remembered her own epic adventures in trying to get some last year, and decided trying to shop while holding on to a tiny Katchoo beat trying to survive a tiny Katchoo who'd been drinking Pepsi all day.

[awakestheghosts]

"Do you have apple juice?" She asked politely. "Apple is my favoritest."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Apple, orange, cranberry and grape!"

Katchoo had very firm opinions on shopping. She just had lots of them.