"Experiment?" That had Francine standing with a nervous might-fold-if-you-look-at-me-wrong anger, fists clenching unconsciously. "I never sat around wondering if I'm gay, Katchoo. I don't check out every girl that walks into a room the way I check out every guy, and I never thought hey, what would it be like to kiss one -- but if I did, there's plenty around here who wouldn't turn me down! Kennedy sure didn't!"

That... hadn't come out right. Just the last bit. She'd meant he rest more or less the way it sounded.