Strokes of Genius, Thursday (November 12)

[thismaskiwear]

She'd be damned if she knew how it got there, but Katchoo had some pop-country song stuck in her head this morning. It wasn't as if she even liked country music, but how the hell did this even remotely count? No clue, and not knowing the answer to a trivial, irrelevant, and nagging question was one of those sand-in-the-shoe irritants. Combine

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[thatsamilkshake]

"Munf?" Francine called as she carried in more containers than a human could hold which was why she also had a bag in her mouth.

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo was fairly fluent in the Francine dialect of Baginmouth, or at least Stuffinmouthnotdirty, which was closely related.

"God, Francie." Good thing she was hurrying over to help and oh thank god something to distract from the earworm. "Did you buy out the entire place?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine stumbled over to her and opened her mouth to drop the bag into Katchoo's hands. "Nope! This is all homemade. I just tossed it into Luke's bags to carry it."

[thismaskiwear]

"Geez!" Katchoo caught the bag and reached over to take a couple more. Because seriously. "You're not cooking for the entire frikkin' kingdom of Camelot, you do know that, right?"