Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

[thismaskiwear]

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

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[notmyownage]

Claudia was hungry. More importantly, Claudia was bored.

A bored Claudia could be dangerous.

"What're you guys doing?"

[thismaskiwear]

"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?

[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]

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."

[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.

[thismaskiwear]

"Just watching's boring," Katchoo retorted. One of these days she'd figure out the right volume to yell at so they'd hear her through the screen. She was working her way up to it. "Do, make, whatever. 's the same thing!"

Uh. Not that you were helping, Katchoo.

[notmyownage]

"Is not!" Actually, in many languages, it was. But Claudia wasn't going to lose an argument because of semantics. "You realize yelling's never gonna do anything, right? It's all pre-recorded."

Again, there was that unspoken "duh". At nine, she was practically an adult, after all.

[thismaskiwear]

Yeah, well, adults were dumb if they came up with stuff like golf. And semantics.

"Not all of it," Katchoo insisted, even though there wasn't that little four-letter LIVE word in the corner of the screen. Wandering over to put both hands on the sides of the TV (it was a big stretch for her arms) she bellowed right into the screen, "An' I can MAKE 'EM HEAR ME!"

[notmyownage]

"Nuh-uh! The TV doesn't have any auditory reception organs!"

[thismaskiwear]

"Does too!" Katchoo pointed at the speaker-thingie. If the sound came out of it . . .

"What's this, then?"

[notmyownage]

"That's a speaker. It takes electrical impulses and translates them into movements of the woofer in order to shape the soundwaves that come out."

This was what happened when you asked questions of a girl who grew up in a university science department.

[thismaskiwear]

"Blah blah blah," Katchoo said, because 'yadda yadda yadda' was a tiny bit beyond her just yet. "It does stuff with sound, okay?"

[notmyownage]

"Yeah, okay, but only output, not input."

[thismaskiwear]

"Showoff," Katchoo grumbled, screwing her face up into one of those it'll-stick-that-way scowls.

[notmyownage]

Claudia stuck her tongue out at her. "It's not showing off, it's just understanding stuff."

[thismaskiwear]

"Is too showing off," Katchoo argued, sticking her tongue out right back. "Understanding's okay but you don't gotta share with everyone."