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It was Cissie's turn to do the laundry and while she had done the whole time-honored tradition of whining under her breath as she lugged the basket all the way from her and Cassie's hut to the compound, she had to admit that it really needed to be done. The basket was overflowing and how she'd managed to not to lose any socks or underwear, she didn't know. They both really needed to make the dreaded trip more often but something or another always seemed to come up.
Getting the laundry sorted took a bit of time (and how some of Bart's shirts and boxers had ended up mixed in there, she didn't even want to know) but eventually it all got sorted into piles and shoved into the available washers. With time to kill, she wandered out into the rec room to see if she could charm the bookshelf into giving her something nice and trashy to read while she waited for the washers to be done.
"Oh come on," she cajoled one of the shelves sweetly. "I just want something brainless to read. No more history books, please!"
Getting the laundry sorted took a bit of time (and how some of Bart's shirts and boxers had ended up mixed in there, she didn't even want to know) but eventually it all got sorted into piles and shoved into the available washers. With time to kill, she wandered out into the rec room to see if she could charm the bookshelf into giving her something nice and trashy to read while she waited for the washers to be done.
"Oh come on," she cajoled one of the shelves sweetly. "I just want something brainless to read. No more history books, please!"