Room 511, Saturday night

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine, lying about reading the latest New Bitterwoman Adventures with a goofy grin on her face and a carnation in a vase next to her bed? Why ever would you think that?

Not, of course, that she knew for sure who had sent her the special flower, but she had a guess, and really couldn't think of any options that weren't worth smiling over anyway

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[bigdamndestiny]

Sometime into the evening, after speaking to Dinah, Merlin found himself on the fifth floor for... some reason.

And by Francine's room. Also for some reason he couldn't name because there wasn't one.

And knocking now. No reason!

"Hullo?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine looked up from wondering who the heck thought it was a good idea to let Jim Lee re-design Bitterwoman's costume again, and grinned at the knock. "Hiiii!"

[bigdamndestiny]

Merlin grinned back quickly. "Did you get the flower?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine beamed and held it up. "There was no note. I thought it might be from you, but I wasn't sure."

[notyourpawn]

Alice was in a rather sparkly mood herself, when she wandered back in after her Three-Minute Dates. All five of them, which counted as fifteen, shouldn't it?

"How did the rest of your evening go?" she asked brightly. "Could Merlin persuade his employer to allow him the night off?"

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine glanced down at the floor, failing to stifle a grin. "I guess so, since he ended up staying here."

[notyourpawn]

"He did?" she asked, flopping onto the bed and barely suppressing a giggle. "Were you upset at me, for not coming back? Or did you presume I was off doing horribly unspeakable things?"

Horribly unspeakable things probably would not have required fuzzy bunny slippers, exactly.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine's mouth opened in an O. "Nooo! I..." She blushed. "I um. Wasn't really sober enough to think of where you were. I barely knew where I was."

Pot brownies, she still didn't get, but spiked punch, she'd figured out.