Room 505, Monday Night

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The homemade cookie stash not having been completely depleted by her newest little sibling, Francine was nibbling on one while sorting clothes from her suitcases into Wash Me, Didn't Wear, and Wore In Curacao But Washed It In New York. She'd had to occupy her time at the Muse somehow; might as well be the laundry room

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Tara didn't often bother not-Kennedy people in their rooms, but she was on her way to the sixth floor anyhow and Francine's door was I assume open.

"Oh, hey," she said, leaning in just a little. "Hi. S-so this is where you live."

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Francine's door was totally open, yep!

"Hey!" Francine let the shirt she was folding (destined for the Already Washed It pile) drop on the bed and snatched up the container of cookies to carry over. "Yeah-huh. Katchoo and me."

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"It's nice," Tara said, then realized she sounded doofy. "I mean, it's like most of the rooms, but, uh ... nice. Did you have a good break?"

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Now Katchoo's question about rubbing it people's faces was coming back to haunt her. Because pretty much just saying it felt like that. "We, um. Went to the West Indies. It was gorgeous."

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"Seriously?" Tara's eyebrows were, like, about to meld with her hairline. "Wow. That's ... seriously? How did that happen?"

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"It was an insanely extravagant Christmas present from Arthur 'I have no idea what you mean by insanely extravagant' Pendragon."

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"Wow," Tara decided, still impressed. These were financial heights she couldn't even daydream about, here. "It sounds -- wow. Lucky you. Was the hotel on the beach?"

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"Private beach, uh-huh." She didn't quite manage to say that without a small twist of her lips, though. "Not that we ever managed to get there when it wasn't full of other hotel guests."

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"But it's still a beach," Tara said wistfully. "I went to D.C. with Kennedy and then to the New York thing."

No private beaches, though.

She shrugged. "I had fun?"

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"That's what counts." Francine held out the cookies, realizing she hadn't offered them. "What did you do in D.C.?"

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Tara took a cookie and bit into it appreciatively. "Museums," she said. "The zoo for a while, but it was freezing. Kennedy was all about Dupont Circle, I guess that's the gay neighborhood? They had a good bookstore and some new age shops."

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Books and Francine were, history could attest, a dangerous combination, but the words struck a chord, all the same. At this point it wasn't like reasearch could hurt.

"A, um, a gay bookstore?" You'd almost think it was her with the stutter.

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Tara blinked, a bit surprised by the question. The bookstore she'd been thinking of was Kramerbooks, which was not gay-specific even though it had a gay section (and really, really good desserts in the attached cafe). But they'd walked past something else...

"The big one isn't just gay," she said, twisting her lips in interest, "I mean, they have kind of everything. But we walked past one that was already closed. It was called Lambda Rising. I should go back sometime..."

[OOC: Forgive my geekery.]

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GEEK.

"I, um. If you do, I could go with you. I mean, if you wanted company." SUBTLE, Peters. Subtle.

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The geekiest part was where I went to the Lambda Rising website and almost edited again because the real store closed end of last year :-(. That was geeky.

"I" -- Tara hadn't been making a solid plan so much as talking, but she liked the idea even if she wasn't so much clear why Francine was suggesting it. She smiled."You know what? That could be really fun."

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Or, you know. Terrifying. Potato, potahto. "I've been over to the mainland a few times, but I've never been there. I mean, um, to that part of Washington."