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?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Hey, Merlin's a growing bird!" And also she made way too much food. Hush. "There's spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread and salad and green beans and strawberry shortcake."

[thismaskiwear]

"I love you, Francie." And at the same time, geez. Katchoo dumped the bags onto the counter and started pulling out containers. "We're gonna be eating for the next two weeks off of this, aren't we? And tell me the salad and beans aren't yesterday's . . . carnage."

That word just wasn't right, was it?

[thatsamilkshake]

"Veggieage? No, they're from the new shipment the Kwik Stop just got in today. Well, the salad is. The beans were canned."

[thismaskiwear]

"That's okay then," Katchoo decided, grabbing a fork and digging into the spaghetti. "God, class is just screwed up, isn't it?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"I keep wondering if Castiel and Professor Skywalker are comparing notes," Francine said, pulling up a stool. "The sermon this morning was on when it's okay to kill things."

[thismaskiwear]

"Sermons on a Thursday. Carnivorous vegetables. Everything in this town is insane," Katchoo told her. Shut up about how her player only figured that out a few days ago. "But I'm not gonna give it up."

[thatsamilkshake]

The question was whether she was ever going to let it down. Or run around and hurt it. "Castiel is the Angel of Thursday." No, she hadn't known that until she looked him up.

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo just wants to tell the island how she's feeling, Francine. She's gotta make it understand.

Oh, wait, that's you. And she kind of already did that, huh? Mostly.

"Wait. And he says it's okay to kill sometimes? This ain't your mother's church."

[thatsamilkshake]

"You're not kidding," Francine said, poking at a meatball. "He also says God doesn't care what we do with our reproductive systems."

[thismaskiwear]

Katchoo snorted. "Think we can get him to go around telling people that?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"You think they'd believe a random guy with stubble and a trenchcoat walking around telling them that?" Even if he was kind of hot shut up. "I'm not sure I believe him and I go to his services on my own."

[thismaskiwear]

"Yeah, I guess the angel thing doesn't fly so well outside of Fandom, huh?" Wait. Pun. "Heh."