Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

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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[thatsamilkshake]

"If you press the Up arrow it'll change the channel, you know," Francine pointed out while checking the pot of water to see if it was spaghetti-ready or not.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Spaghetti was going to get flung, Francine, you realize that, right?

"I was!" Katchoo insisted, showing her the remote. Where she was pointing at the volume up arrow. Yeah.

Luckily it was golf and not basketball or something much louder.

[awakestheghosts]

Chloe had been wandering and hiding from ghosts exploring when she heard the noise coming from one of the bigger rooms.

That was why there was now a shy little girl standing in the doorway.

"W-what's g-golf?" She asked in a soft voice.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Stupid," Katchoo announced immediately (and loudly), shaking the remote at the TV. "An' boring."

Mmm, strong opinions as handed down by a four-year-old.

[notmyownage]

Claudia was hungry. More importantly, Claudia was bored.

A bored Claudia could be dangerous.

"What're you guys doing?"

[awakestheghosts]

Chloe moved further into the room, her eyes on the TV.

"W-what are t-they d-doing?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"S'ghetti," Katchoo informed her. "When it's ready."

How long did s'ghetti take, anyway? "An' yelling at the TV!" It passed the time, okay?

[thatsamilkshake]

Yes, yes she did.

"... The other up arrow, sweetie." Ow. "Or you could bring it here and I'll change it for you." Sneaky way to get her to move back from rots-your-eyes distance to the tv? Yes.

[notmyownage]

"You don't 'do' spaghetti," Claudia pointed out, with all the wisdom of her nine years of age. "And yelling at the TV doesn't do anything."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

If she brought it over, it was a prime opportunity to glomp Francine's shin, so Katchoo took it. Well, a one-armed glomp anyway, since the other arm, the one with the remote, was held up very helpfully.

"Francie, 'm huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuungry," Katchoo complained. You know, in case she hadn't said it enough already.

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

Tamara and Blind Seer had had a terribly busy day, so it was a very hungry girl and wolf puppy who found their way to the common room.

"What's a golf?" Tamara asked curiously.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"Hitting a stupid ball." Katchoo waved one fist in a gesture that would have been vaguely obscene if it was a little more refined. "An' then people clap and 'S NOT LIKE IT'S THAT HARD."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine would let Katchoo handle the golf play-by-play. (And be sad that the mini-golf pontoon thingy wasn't here anymore, so she could try to change her tune.)

Instead she asked the newcomer, "Hi there! Do you want some spaghetti when it's done?"

[awakestheghosts]

"Are t-the p-people dumb, t-then?"

Because, really, why would so many people watch someone hitting a ball and clapping about it if they weren't?

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Oh, Katchoo was still pretty convinced that one of these days, if she yelled at the TV enough the people in it would listen to her.

"Do too," she insisted in regard to the spaghetti thing. "'s for dinner! An' the TV's there to be yelled at, so there."

[awakestheghosts]

Chloe nodded. "Yes, p-please," she said shyly.

Spaghetti was one of Chloe's favorite foods.

[thatsamilkshake]

Claudia was also not four, so Francine was a little more inclined to trust her not to damage self or others if she got near the kitchen. "Want to help? The garlic bread needs buttering."

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"A waste of time." Katchoo turned to look at them, and --

"PUPPY!" she bawled, scampering over. She liked dogs. Cats were stupid, on the other hand.

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

Katchoo sniffed. "Uh huh. 'cause people're always dumb."

That answered your narrative question, Chloe. In the opinion of someone who currently actually was no bigger than a sneeze.

[awakestheghosts]

"Big p-people are really weird," Chloe said with as much assurance as a five year old could. She crept closer to Katchoo, keeping a wary eye on the remote control.

"I-I'm C-Chloe."

[notmyownage]

"The TV's there to be watched." Clearly she felt that everyone should already know this. "And you make spaghetti."

The 'duh' was implied.

[imonscholarship.livejournal.com]

Dan shyly poked his head in the common room when he heard all the noise coming from it. His dad was going to sit him down and give him a stern talking to once he realized Dan had wandered off, but he didn't feel like being alone at the moment.

Yes, he was a huge girl.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine was going to be over here in the corner trying to combat the estrogen rush by... chewing Copenhagen and spitting in the sink, or something.

"Hi, F--" Riiiight. "Hi, Tamara! Do you want spaghetti? There's meatballs for Blind Seer too." Much as Francine kind of wanted to see them try out the noodle scene from That Disney Movie With The Dogs.

[notmyownage]

Claudia peered at all the cooking utensils. "I've never made spaghetti," she said. "But it's just like chemistry, right?"

[thismaskiwear.livejournal.com]

"And stupid sometimes." Way to be optimistic, Chewie. She waved her non-remote-holding hand. "'m Katchoo."

At four, the issues that went with sharing the nickname hadn't yet cropped up.