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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[bigdamndestiny]

"...what's a golf?" Merlin just had to ask as he peered into the room where maybe another person would feed him.

[notmyownage]

"We're doing chemistry," Claudia said. Because that was totally an answer to his question.

[bigdamndestiny]

"Oh! Okay."

Wait for it...

"What's a chemistry?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia stared. "Only everything."

[she_sheds]

There was really only so much running around and shrieking a small alien girl could do before she got hungry. In Joolushko's case there had been a lot of running and shrieking in various locations before she'd gone and finished off the small stash of candy in her room. But she was still hungry and so she'd gone in search of someone with food. Hopefully sweets. She needed more of those. Always.

"I want something sweet!" she demanded to no one in particular as she entered the room.

[thismaskiwear]

"AFTER DINNER," Katchoo said loftily; Francine had said cookies afterward, and Katchoo was going to enforce that for her. No strange children wandering in and demanding cookies were going to subvert that if Katchoo had to wait for the cookies, okay?

[she_sheds]

"I don't want to wait!" Joolushko protested. "I want it now!" Delayed gratification was not something she dealt with well. "What if dinner is a long long time?" She might waste away from lack of sweets, after all. "And I don't have to listen to you anyway."

[bitch_prince]

Eventually, a tiny prince had wandered into a common room.

And then another one. And then another one.

It was more than a bit frustrating, not finding anyone to serve him, so when he entered the fifth, he was looking... expectant.

[thatsamilkshake]

Oh look. A tiny prince. Francine's utter lack of shock at both his eventual appearance and his, well, appearance could be due to having served spaghetti to kids all night, or it could be because she'd met him. You decide.

"Hi, Arthur!" Pinching his cheeks would be unforgivable, wouldn't it. "Are you hungry?"

[bitch_prince]

... Well, she didn't call him Prince, but that was servantly enough.

"Will you serve my supper?" he said, like he expected it to happen. He'd been taught.

[thatsamilkshake]

"That's the idea." The spaghetti was long-done by now, but there was still plenty left staying warm on the stove. "What's your pleasure? We have everything you could possibly want as long as what you want is spaghetti and meatballs."