All the Milk and Cookies!

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank had actually written an essay detailing precisely how Santa Claus existed, providing what she believed with inarguable proof of his existence. That had been a very tiring research process that had involved quite a bit of delving and maybe some bribery here and there and stuff. But it had totally been worth it.

Frank had even gotten a "C" on the paper.

Since there did happen to be a Santa Claus and Frank was going to be spending her holidays at the school (her parents really did offer her to go with them: they were off in Norway of all places, and who wanted to spend Christmas in Vikingland?), she figured that she'd have to make absolute certain to handle a very important issue, especially for the younger and more impressionable students.

"Right," she said, looking at the giant bowls of cookie dough. "That should be enough cookies to make at least two for everyone at the Academy," she tapped her fingers, mumbling to herself as she attempted to do the mental math. It should also bear noting that she happened to be wearing a brilliant green holiday apron decorated with various red sparkles here and there. A reindeer headband pulled her hair back: said hair was not merely it's normal blonde color, but also had streaks of green and red in it, all to match the holiday season.

Frank got a little into the holidays.

"Now," she said, placing her hands on her hips, "I just need help making sure to cut all these cookies into adorable holiday appropriate shapes and baking them. Which means that someone should be coming through the door.... noooooooooow," and she turned expectantly to the door, looking as hard as a person could look without actually melting something.

[Ellen Banks]

Christmas never really held much significant for Ellen Banks, she never really got the concept of “Holiday cheer, Good will to all men, ho-ho-ho” Nonsense. She didn’t consider this time any more special then say: September 23. A day with more or less no universal significant whatsoever. That’s not to say the Banks family didn’t celebrate the holidays. On the day they would exchange gifts with each (Each other that is. Her parents nipped Santa Claus in the bud almost instantly) and they would invite all members of the Banks family to one lavish party at the manor which was never exactly fun considering that she always felt her father’s eyes boaring in the back of her head making sure she was on her best behavior and that’s what Christmas was to he, one tense social gathering where you could cut the tension with a knife. It was something she tolerated like a day long trip to the dentist

But at the very least the holidays did appeal to her sweet tooth which was a significant chink in her armor which is why she had the urge to sneak down to the kitchen area and see what was on offer.

This was a somewhat semi annual she had when she was slightly hungry after food serving hour, she would sneak in and see what’s on offer, if someone was in there at the time she always seemed to think up a convincing argument to look the other way. Just one of the many perks of being her.

She walked up to the door grabbed the door handle, pushed down the handle but just as went to open the door, she heard a voice coming from the room.

…A very familiar voice.

She uttered a tiny little groan of annoyance, but partly was thankful for Frank’s natural habit of vocalizing her thought process for no discernible reason (Maybe the magical elves living in her head were curious) “Oh no, not today thank you” Ellen muttered to herself shaking her head before letting go of the door handle like she had just grabbed the head of a snake before slowly stepping away from it hoping that Frank wasn’t alerted to her presence

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"OMIGAWD, IT'S MUH BIFFLE!" yelled Frank, throwing her hands into the air and letting out a cry that could only be uttered by Frank at the height of her own type of ecstasy. She charged at the other girl, not giving Ellen a chance to actually make her escape. Soon Frank's arms were around Ellen, giving her the tight squeeze reserved for the highly sugared and truly excited.

"YOU GOTTA MAKE THE COOKIES WITH ME! FATE DECREES IT!" announced Frank. She gave Ellen a squeeze, even bringing her cheek into play now, nuzzling the other girl. "because it is a Christmasy thing to do and it is Christmas time and we are the biffles and that is what biffles do at Christmas time!"

Which was enough, especially along with mentioning the whole Fate thing. Really that alone would be enough. Plus, who didn't want to make cookies? Especially cookies with Frank?

[Ellen Banks]

You know Ellen had heard rumours about the security cat potently putting collars around the neck of a particularly disobedient student (Ellen naturally approved) and she would be more then happy to personally install some kind of tracking chip in Frank. Maybe in the earlobe like a cat or a house pet after all she had more or less the mindset of a hyperactive dog or cat. Wouldn’t it be best if we fitted Frank would some kind of tracker? Just in case she wandered into the woods or into town? Just in case the local mental warn thought she was a stray and of course make sure that Ellen knew EXACTLY what area’s to avoid at all costs.

She made a mental note to bring that up at the next meeting.

But for now. Ellen walked as quietly and softy as she possibly could for the door as if Frank Cox was some kind of wild animal, a predator whose sight was based only on moment and for one glorious shining moment she almost thought she had escaped, leaving someone to suffer in her place

But then she heard Frank scream in that shrill voice of hers.

And Ellen ran. No literately she ran or at least tried to run. But trying to out pace Frank Cox on a sugar rush was near impossible. At first all she heard was the BOOM BOOM of her footsteps and she was dimly aware of a blur of colour gaining on her before she was seized by the too familiar arms of Frank Cox nicely pushing out all air out of her lungs with a customary bear hug which nicely pinned Ellen in place and crushed her ribs.

She was sure there were worse ways to die then being crushed to death by the world’s foremost hugger but they somehow alluded Ellen at that moment as spots formed in her eyes…

She wanted to cry out and whine like a child once Frank told her how she would be spending her valuable time. Why oh why couldn’t Frank just hate him, she inspired hate so easily but why couldn’t she inspire Frank Cox out of her life!

These were all debacle points in Ellen’s mind she doesn’t have to do anything. Fate didn’t compel her to do anything and she had no idea what things were considered christmasy but clearly there was no talking her way out of this “Ok, ok I’ll make the damn cookies with you just please let me go. I’m going to pass out…and what on earth are you wearing?” Ellen said gawping just a little at her quite frankly insane attire “Where do you find the time to get these things?"

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank did continue hugging Ellen slightly longer than was strictly necessary. She knew just how long to hug someone until they ran out of air (practice) and could actually read people's discomfort. Of course, she pretty well ignored any signals of discomfort that came from Ellen Banks, as the girl always seemed uncomfortable around Frank for some reason. Which was just odd, as they were most certainly bffs 5evah and all. they had the bracelets and everything.

Ellen agreed to making the cookies, which was for the best, as Frank would doubtless have started in on the very intense tactics which are better left to the imagination (they probably involved more hugging and glitter, as did 75% of Frank Cox's plans). The perky girl released her friend and then reached up to adjust her "insane attire."

"Please, these things are, like, everywhere," she said. "I probably even got a spare pair I can totes lend you sometime. Or get you for Christmas. Oh!" Frank clapped her hands, adding a little wiggle. "Speaking of that, what do you want for Christmas? Or Heathswarming Eve, or Hanukkah," she said the latter with about twice as much phlegm as necessary, "you know, depending on your religion and all."

Of course while Frank spoke, she also began walking Ellen back toward the kitchen, which no doubt would just serve to further seal the Banks' girl's fate.

[Ellen Banks]

Ellen was afraid of this, she liked to think she knew Frank Cox’s by this point. Understood her? Not in the least but knew well? Well she wasn’t exactly hard to figure out once you accept the fact that she’s insane in every possible sense of the word and logic and reason doesn’t have a place in her world. She was a hyper child at heart and naturally what hyperactive child didn’t get overly excited around this time of year? It didn’t take her long to understand that she wanted no part of the mayhem that Frank would cause but of course.

But of course she had to be drawn into her vortex of insanity… and of course Erika let Frank have free reign in whatever she did so (Because that was a sensible move for the leader of an entire school. Put the crazy girl in charge of decorating) and insanity is what she saw in front of her. Clearly Frank was a fan of the season and worn it on her sleeve but this…this was just insanity…red and green hair? An apron that sparkled so much Ellen felt like she needed to shield her eyes from it’s sheer brightness…and reindeer ears? Even for Frank this was a little too much.

“Well, I heard rumours that you actually brought a cannon? Like an actual cannon? Where do you buy THAT almost sounds dangerous, I think that’s legally a weapon…” Ellen noted wondering how exactly a decorating cannon worked and how on earth Frank got something like that

Ellen looked at her very seriously for a moment (Careful to wipe off any phlegm that came out of her mouth) VERY aware where Frank was leading her. Almost stifling a little groan “I don’t know Frank how about a lobotomy? It seems to have worked out for you” She muttered she knew where this was going she knew it was pointless arguing with her but that doesn’t mean she has to like it “Don’t you have people that do this type of thing for you Frank? Servants butlers? I know I did..Oh and-“ Ellen said gravely gesturing to the reindeer ears onto of Frank’s head “I’m not wearing those”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"I totally did!" chirped Frank, referencing the cannon and her purchasing of it. Of course, there was no shame involved in this: Frank clearly thought that this was a circumstance that should bring forth much in the way of joy and pleasure. "It's amazing what you can buy from Japanese mail order catalogs! I actually had it customized so it totally looks awesome and can shoot pretty well anything that you'd actually need for a party though I'm still kinda working on making it so that whatever gets shot doesn't just end up going splat against a wall, which kinda sucks and all."

Doubtless Frank would have gone right on chatting about her cannon while dragging Ellen into the kitchen proper, but Ellen had managed to address the other part of things. The rambling and Frank's own selective hearing meant that she missed the bit about lobotomies and such. She just grinned all the further and would start outright frog-marching Ellen further inside.

"Well, I could technically hire someone to do my shopping for me, but what's the fun in that? You're supposed to put heart and love and giving into your shopping and all, to make sure that you're spreading the cheer and love of the season and stuff. I also make sure to donate to charities and totally volunteer too, so we could do that together if you'd like. Oh, wait," she turned and finished dragging Ellen the last few steps back into the kitchen, "I totally forgot: we're MAKING COOKIES!" and Frank did a little hip shake, then darted over to a table. "You so don't have to wear the reindeer antlers if you don't wanna: I got loads of other stuff. See? You'd look totally adorbs innnnn this!" and Frank plopped a green elf's hat on Ellen's head, adjusting it so that it fit just right.

[Ellen Banks]

The idea of Frank Cox armed with any kind of firearm didn’t exactly fill Ellen with delight. Giving Frank a cannon? That was like giving a shark a machine gun or a child with scissors. Please tell Ellen that someone at least supervised Frank while doing this and she wasn’t left to her own devices. Because that would be more insane then Frank Cox herself clearly she needed supervision, someone better had keep an eye on her in someway or another when she got into those misadventures of hers. Like for instants a kitchen clearly couldn’t be trusted on her own, she might jus burn herself if she wasn’t careful meaning someone had to go with her and-

Oh….

Ellen sometimes hatred her own logic…

“Here’s a modest little proposal Frank, instead of shooting decorations out of a canon like some deranged cartoon character have you simply tried placing them on the walls. I mean, you do know how physics works don’t you? Because that might help you figure out why the canon isn’t working”

Oh god, she knew it. She just knew that Frank would just spout off her beliefs of the season and naturally enough it was all full of good cheer and sugar plums and blah blah blah. Personally Ellen couldn’t share the same opinion of this time of year as she did Frank Cox. She never saw the big deal to be honest why did she need to be under any obligation to be just a little nicer just because? Ellen frowned a little in confusion “Why would you want to waste your time volunteering. Isn’t Christmas a time where you should have fun with your family? Why waste it working?” Ellen confused by the idea.

And sure enough Ellen was dragged into the kitchen where she beheld that Frank had already got it started and clearly there was a lot more work ahead of her…of them…

She was thankful for a moment that she was spared the indignity of wearing reindeer ears…but that died away totally to be replaced by an even strong sense of indignity when the elf hat was placed on her head. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath wondering if she had ever had a more lower moment then standing in a kitchen about to make baked goods dressed at an elf.

…Nope. Nothing was coming to her. This was pretty low. If her dad could see her now…

“Oh Frank, how ever did you know this is really all I wanted for the holidays thank you so much…”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"I tried the whole putting up decorations and stuff like everyone else, it's just not as fun," said Frank, adding another little shrug. "Plus, I already have the cannon made, so of course I'm gonna use it all the time. I figure I can use it for lots of stuff besides decorations though. Like if I get in some kinda trouble or SPECTRE attacks again. I'll be all ready for them."

And the way Frank said it, you could almost picture the Home Alone style shenanigans that at least existed in her head, where she fired at invaders and defeated them in showers of glitter. Then they'd all make friends and go on a picnic or something after.

Frank paused for a moment as Ellen mentioned family, the mention even cutting through her daydreams and antics. She seemed to stiffen as though a bolt of something unpleasant shot through her, and she nearly intoned: "My parents work through the holidays and usually spend it in Europe without me. It's alright though: they have to make contacts and do what they need to do to preserve the Cox name and stuff," Frank seemed to twitch for a moment, then rolled her body slightly and turned to grin. "Plus, they'd totally have brought me if I'd, like, asked or something. They're just worried about the whole mutant thing," she shrugged. Last Frank heard, her parents had simply run with the whole boarding school scenario and all.

Elf hat on: Christmas cooking time. "I'm so glad to hear that, Ellen! You'll just love baking cookies and all. You gotta get in a groove and play Christmas tunes and stuff!" Frank nodded and clapped her hands together before turning to look around the kitchen. "So, where do you wanna start? Wanna break some eggs or play with the mixer or maybe shape them into pretty shapes and stuff?"

[Ellen Banks]

The thought of Frank Cox marshalling defences against outside invades was quite amusing and maybe just a little scary too In Ellen’s mind Frank’s particular style would be nothing but cannon’s and home alone style traps With added glitter of course this being Frank Cox and all she knew that glitter had to make an appearance in her fantasy. (If she had any idea how in sync both their thinking was it would have disturbed her on so many levels. Clearly she’s been spending far too long in her company.) Somehow the idea of Frank Cox head of security didn’t exactly fill her with confident, sure being in charge of decorating the entire school but actually having authority to place canon’s around the school? Now that was a scary thought. “I’m sure if there’s anyone who can think of several situations where decorating cannons can come in handy it’ll be you. It’ll certainly be a interesting way of dealing with intruders. Death by glitter. Not much worse ways to go…”

Ellen had meant the family comment as a throw away remark, totally expecting it to be bounced away like it was nothing or for Frank to give some kind of speech about how it was nice to do to do nice things or something like that. But then the moment the words came out of her mouth Frank seemed to just droop. She had never seen her react like that. For as long as Ellen could remember Frank had always surrounded herself with an unbreakable wall of childlike happiness no matter how much Ellen kept telling her she wanted nothing to do with her and she could only assume she was like that with everyone else. But did she just reveal something more to Ellen? She had always assumed that Frank was a mentally ill child with the mentality of a super plum fairy. She had rarely given much thought to the idea that Frank Cox was an actual human who felt more then blinding joy twenty four hours a day… Ellen had years of experience dealing with a troubled family life of her own and Frank words sounded almost like her parents words coming out of her mouth, like Frank was trying desperately to see the positives in this situation and convince herself that it was alright. Ellen was quite frankly taken aback by that reaction and even more so by the strang emotion she was feeling towards her; Pity. Clearly Christmas was a time of year desperately important to her and her parents just abandoned her? Every year?! Ok. There was no denying it: Ellen could absolutely understand why they would want some peace and quiet. Ellen herself for months had been trying to shake Frank off, but this was different, they were her parents, they should want to spend as much time as they could with their daughter, especially around this time of year. Ellen didn’t particularly know what to do at this point never being one that was comfortable in these situation. ‘My family isn’t exactly big fans of the season either’

Huh what do you know? There was some common ground after all…

And thankfully the terribly awkward moment seemed to pass as attention turned back to the task at hand (Wearing Hats didn’t seem quite as bad after that) She winched a little once Frank mentioned getting into the groove ‘Just please Frank. No songs or singing…just…just no’ She wanted to make that quite clear that under no uncertain terms will those type of songs be sung in her company. She detested Christmas songs just hearing them made her skin crawl. ‘I have to admit I’m quite as confident as maybe I should be baking. I usually have people make them for me. Where do you recommend a novice to start’ Ellen saw there was no way to get out of this,her experience so far with Frank had taught her that. It was best just to humor her and get it over with fast. ‘Enlighten me Frank what’s the end goal? Planning a feast for yourself? Feeding the entire town? Planning to win favor with Santa Claus?

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Really Frank's parents tried, they really did. They just hadn't really understood the whole parenting thing would involve so much work, and no parent could have possibly prepared for something like Frank. This didn't stop the blonde (or whatever color Frank decided to dye her hair at the moment) from being bubbly and all. She really did get it and she really believed in being as chipper and happy and whatnot for as much as possible. Okay, yeah, so some of it might have been to get her parents' attention, but it had so moved beyond that by now, to the point where Frank literally felt like this nearly all the time.

The sadness just couldn't stick to her; it washed off like water off a duck or some other strange animal metaphor that only people who really understood animals would get. She was already moving on to the whole baking cookies thing and half-listening as Ellen protested about singing and something like that.

"Pfft, these are super easy!" insisted Frank, nodding. "That's, like, why I can make them and stuff!" she giggled at that and turned, ready to give instructions. There had been another burst of questions though and Frank being Frank, she naturally had to respond: "Hmm... all of the above? I totally eat enough of these that I pretty much get sick and all, which really sucks but is totally just part of the season, and of course there's cookie drives for the school and some of the town and naturally you have to bribe Santa because of course he's a mutant and would probably use his super powers on us if we didn't make sure to get him at least a little bit of stuff, you know?" Frank turned to Ellen, then nodded and pointed. "Start getting that batch there under the mixer and then just turn it on. You just gotta watch the mixer and make sure it doesn't come to life and attack." Frank nodded and looked to Ellen. 'That happens you know, especially around mutants."

[Ellen Banks]

..And there it was: There was finally a reason why Frank was..Frank. Frank had almost totally given up on finding anything close to anything remotely amounting to “Reason” when it came to Miss Frank Cox. She was a fluffy little pink unicorn dancing upon raindows and that was how she came into the world, to torture Ellen, somewhere showhow Ellen had managed to piss off the gods somehow and as punishment they had crafted Frank Cox to act as a plague upon her soul. That was Ellen’s working theory, but the whole parents thing... THAT made sense! Now Ellen could sleep at night.

Still at the very least she had a small of pity for Frank parents. Parenting Frank could have not been simple

“So you want to cook enough for yourself, the town AND santa?” Ellen sighed folding her arms together trying to calculate how many cookies it would take to satisfy the appetite of the human hover that was Frank Cox, the entire school and a mythical being, She might be here for a long time. She might just spend her entire Christmas here buried under a mountain of cookies. “How many cookies were you planning to make?”

Naturally enough, when Frank spoke of Santa, Ellen couldn’t help but throw Frank a look, if she was talking to a “Normal” person she would just assume that Frank was joking around but Frank wasn’t a normal person was she. Did she legitimately believe in Santa? Did no one tell her growing up how the way REALLY worked? This wasn’t a new situation to Ellen, among her social group she was the first one to know the truth about parents, at quite an early stage. Instead of being upset by this, Ellen felt proud that her parents consider her mature enough to take such information but she was told under no circumstances to tell anyone else that, so whenever the other kids got excited about Santa she just watched on with a coy look on her face..when she grew up she didn’t think she would encounter this bizarre problem again…but clearly that was not the case “So Santa’s a mutant huh? I never would have gussed. Clearly you have great insights into him. How did you figure that out? Do you have info on the tooth fairy as well”

Ellen normally didn’t particularly enjoy being the one to follow orders, let alone from Frank Cox, she was the one that always called the shots and not being the one in the driver seat simply felt wrong to Ellen, but it was the easiest way to get out of this. After all, she was already dressed as an elf. If she complained Frank would probably think that she needed more encouragement and make her dress up in a total elf costume and have her walk around the school dressed like that handing cookies to every student she could. “Seems simple enough” Ellen mused as she walked to the mixer, taking the batch out and turning the mixer on and making sure to hold it tight even though he seemed like it had a mind of it’s own and it was hard to keep under control. “Clearly I have untapped master chef talents”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

"Yeeeeeep," said Frank, nodding. She didn't lose a step, simply bustling about the place and tending to pretty well everything in sight. "I figure a couple hundred should do," she looked at Ellen, then jerked her head toward the nearest oven, "the ovens here are super awesome though: you can cook like, seventy-two cookies in one go. Makes it really quick and all." Frank had clearly practiced this quite well, and could technically get more than that if she really tried, but it seemed like such a good number to stop on.

"Well, Santa probably has to be a mutant in order to do all his cool stuff and last so long. I'm betting it's actually a sort of replacement thing, like in the movies and stuff. A new Santa picks up the mantle from the previous one, and that's why you sometimes get conflicting information on his powers and all. Like, one was all omniscient, one could make extra dimensions, and, like, one could levitate reindeer or something. Either that or Santa's some kind of special freak mutant," Frank prattled all this off as though she were discussing the weather or maybe a particularly difficult math problem. She added another little shrug and beamed another smile at Ellen. "The tooth fairy's probably not real though, unless it's some kinda organization thing. Not like the Easter Bunny or Sasquatch," of course everyone in the school knew that Frank believed in Sasquatch, as she'd set up traps and sort of terrorized everyone during the camping trip (and would for each subsequent trip).

Frank did turn to watch as Ellen got started, nodding in satisfaction. "I know you're not a big fan of doing stuff that other people tell you and all, but this is gonna be really cool, I promise. And you're doing a super job, so you probably are probably some kinda secret chef thing," Frank nodded and practically skipped over to start working icing.

Of course she also started singing Christmas carols, because listening was not one of her strong suits.

[Ellen Banks]

At first Ellen had just assumed that she had heard Frank wrong but then it really began to sink in? A couple of hundred? She really did want to feed the entire school didn’t she? Whose knows maybe she did want to open up her own cookie business. they might as well have opened a bakery right there and then. They might as well put a banner above the kitchen “Frank’s tasty treat” (Naturally Ellen wouldn’t want her name anywhere such an enterprise. Maybe this was it, maybe this was Frank’s masterm plan to break her mind. After 24 hours’s of doing nothing but making cookies, her brain would have utterly turned into mush and her mind turned into jelly. Once then, Frank can begin Ellen’s re-education process. By the end of the week, Ellen would dyed her hair all the colour of the rainbow and be dancing around the halls throwing sparkles at everyone she saw.

Well, if anyone was likely to make her snap it would be Frank Cox…

Ellen was well aware that Frank had set up traps to capture her elusive sasquatch, Ellen had almost gotten caught in them several times, those things were utter death traps, Ellen should really talk to the Bellefonte’s about them, one day they were going to kill someone, and of course Frank would believe totally that Santa was real, which was to be expected but it was honestly scary the amount of detail she put into her deliriums, Ellen just shook her head and turned her head towards Frank “Ok, Frank I’m willing to put up with a lot, but that was just lucidity, first off-“ But Ellen stopped suddenly “I mean how could just-“ Ellen stopped again not knowing how to finish that sentence “You can’t just-“ But no words would fellow after that. This was the point where Ellen was suppose to rip each and ever hole in Frank’s theory but she couldn’t find one. No matter how much Ellen want over it in her head no matter how much she could. No matter how she looked at it, her theory just makes sense. If there was a Santa Claus that was the best argument Ellen had heard. It frustrated Ellen to an extent that Frank argument was perfectly logical and one that Ellen couldn’t attack in anyway. She just rolls her eyes and shook her head trying to covey a message that it wasn’t worth it…

“Do let me know when things started to get really cool won’t you?” She muttered just a little as she resumed, Franks words were just a little flattering to her she didn’t want to give Frank the satisfaction of knowing it, it was nice not to deal with the constant scorn and snark she used to but all those positive emotions were nicely disturbed when Frank began to sing, the effect it had on Ellen was almost instant as she winced like it was the sounds of nails on a chalkboard “Frank do you not remember what I just said. Like five minutes ago? Remember when I said “Please don’t sing?!” Here’s an idea, maybe we’ll be more productive if we stay totally silent. As in no singing.”

[Frank "Sunny" Laffont]

Frank turned as Ellen started with the "first-off." She held perfectly still, looking at Ellen with a childlike intensity. Her head turned as Ellen moved onto the next sentence, continuing to wait and demonstrating a decidedly un-Frank like level of intensity and persistence. The head tilted again as Ellen tried one last time. Frank then shrugged and turned right back to making cookies.

And singing.

"Whaaaat? That so isn't true!" said Frank, whirling and producing a spatula covered in icing (best not to ask where it came from). She directed said spatula at Ellen waving it. "Everyone knows that singing does all sorts of things to make you work more! It's said, in, like," Frank waved the spatula, splattering a bit more icing, "every movie, like, ever. Why else do you think all the princesses in every movie do all the singing and stuff? Oh, oh, oh," Frank jerked the spatula several times as she said this, flinging yet more icing, "there's also the dwarves and stuff! From the movies! You know, the ones with the rings and the elves and the people and--- THE HARRY POTTER AND THE WARDROBE ONES! They do all the singing and it's badass and the dwarves are all sexy."

Frank then crossed her arms, nodded, and turned back to the icing for a moment. She paused, the spatula hovered over it, then paused, turning back. "What do you have against singing anyway, Ellen?"