Yeah, this was familiar to Katchoo, too. More comfortable than yesterday, that was for damn sure. Damn Merlin and his bony -- oh, god. Oh mother@#*(@#in' god.

Except this was different, dammit, this was Francine and this was the way it should be, but she was the only one who realized it.

"Just fine," she mumbled, the sullenness in her voice due to the fact that she knew Francine damn well enough to be able to tell how she'd just frozen up.