"Ah." Yeah, that made more sense; Katchoo had been having a little trouble with the idea of Arthur having a conversation (in the standard sense of the word) with Francine when she was in that state. She could picture awkward shoulder-patting or some such in person, but over the phone . . . yeah.

"We got into a fight," she said bluntly; may as well get that bit out there for clarity's sake. "It was messy."