Alice felt good, thinking that she really did just perfectly explain chemistry to her mentally lacking friend. Also, Francoise was like...way too cute, once he was calm and relaxed. With gentle hands she would scritch his poofy hide, even if he was a turd, he was a very good dog once all his energy was used up. But, naturally, all good things had to come to an end as she was reminded that Mrs. Elmwood was going to probably beat them to death. So afraid was Alice of the consequences that she was visibly shaking, face pale. [color=ed1c24][b]"Aaa-aah...yeah...we still have to...talk to her..."[/b][/color] she said, clearly freaking out before she slapped her cheeks. [color=ed1c24][b]"No no no no! No running! We're gonna go there, and we're gonna tell her that we're sorry, and that Francoise had a great time, and that he got a good bath! A-And honestly, I'm more scared of Ms. Bavaloure, so we'll deal with Elmwood."[/b][/color]

Once she had risen and Brandy was no longer being obscured by conveniently shining vertical shafts of light, Alice would bring the pupper of sin to the doorstep of Elmwood, which was thankfully devoid of angry housewives and butchers. With lead feet and her stomach somewhere near her soles, the werewolf would knock on Elmwood's door.