Well, being the favorite will have to count for something, she decided and she poofed up slightly in pride as she settled into a sitting position. The Wall of Waitress came back and Frances stood her fluffy ground, if she could face off with super-powered crack-pots bent on world domination, she could stare down a waitress bearing milkshakes. Frances looked at Martin when he gestured to her and then the waitress and then to the woman, opening her wings and bowing to prove him right. What the hell, flirting never hurt a situation.
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