Room 407, Friday Evening

[bigdamndestiny]

No candles, no burgers, nothing that Merlin had tried before for romance was happening tonight. That ended badly the last time to he was switching it up.

With cookies.

He even managed to get a bit of a variety pack so Francine could pick and chose what she liked best.

It was the culinary equivalent to Barry White.

[[For the boobs!]]

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[thatsamilkshake]

A more cynical girl would have suspected that a boy's concern for that factor was purely motivated in whether it would ever happen again, but Francine was not that girl. Luckily for her, Merlin was not that boy.

"I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one whose opinion matters..."

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Well, he would like to do it again. Very much, Very, very much.

"As long as nothing glows again."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine blinked twice and then burst into laughter. Because really.

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"It was odd!" He insisted, laughing as well.

[thatsamilkshake]

"It did say glow-in-the-dark on the package," she pointed out.

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"You picked it."

[thatsamilkshake]

"You wanted grape." She was so going to regret not thinking that statement through.

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"Which did not glow!"

Give them both a moment.

[thatsamilkshake]

"That's not what--" Yes, that would be about when the good sense reared its head and she realized if she went any further she'd have to explain what the grape was for.

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Like Merlin could not say something. "Not what?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Not what matters?" she tried. "I mean, it worked, that's the point, right?"

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"...I suppose."

[thatsamilkshake]

Great, now he was giving her the Face. Francine sighed. "I'll explain what the grape ones are for some time when ..." Um. That was one of those sentences that went rushing headlong towards a cliff and really hoped a bridge appeared out of thin air. "...it is not now?"

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"...alright. Are you well?" Was it the cookies? It probably was.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I'm....fine?" Francine frowned a little because that was both inaccurate and way too familiar from somebody else protesting the same thing. "Are we supposed to be not-flaily now?" she asked, like he knew the rules. "I think we're supposed to be not-flaily now, but that's kind of still a work in progress."

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"I don't feel... flaily. Do you?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Hmm. Lemme check." Francine waved her hand around a bit. Nowhere near his face. "I... think maybe mostly no?" Uncertain and unsettled, for any number of reasons, but not flaily. "I'm not gonna break your nose again, anyway."

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"I think we may be cured." Said the boy who hadn't actually tried to kiss her again. Or, you know, initiate sex.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Uh-huh." Forgive her for still being dubious. She'd just actually met both of them. "So if I suggested you get out The Book and look at Chapter 6, your reaction would be..."

She picked it at random, yes.

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"..." The book. Oh, he knew he forgot something. "Um."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Uh-huh."

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"What about... um... chapter 10 for you?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"........................." See, she actually remembered what Chapter 10 was. "......................."

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Merlin did not.

"...should I get you some water?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"That's okay." Francine scrubbed a bit at her face, because that would totally de-redden it. "Maybe we shouldn't play Sex Book Chicken anymore."