From the beach to...well, they were *heading* to Teddy Roosevelt... - Late Saturday Night

[thatsamilkshake]

"Can you believe it?" Francine giggled as Katchoo tugged her along by the hand. " Arthur? He was so sweet though - he even offered to build me a castle."

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[thismaskiwear]

"Arthur? Sweet?" snorted Katchoo, who was blundering with brash and oh so very misguided confidence in what she thought was the direction of the cabins. "Hang on, Francie, I don't think those two words belong in the same statement."

[thatsamilkshake]

"He was, though! In a kind of dorky, princey, I'm such a boy way," Francine said. "And he wasn't the only one being weird," she reminded Katchoo.

[thismaskiwear]

"Yeah, considering you liked it." Woo, evasive maneuvers! "Thank #(*@ I snapped out of being certifiably frikkin' insane, though."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Oooh riiiiiight, because everybody on the beach couldn't hear you calling for your looooooove puppy!" Francine found it hard to make That Face while dissolving into peals of laughter, but she managed it.