So, before anyone asks, the chapter title is not a typo, and actually has nothing to do with the episode with the similar name. This is actually a fluff chapter that's just the gang playing a fun game. I know it doesn't really progress the story much, but I have to admit that I had a lot of fun writing it, so I can only hope that others have fun reading it! Enjoy!
Later that evening, now having nothing better to do with her time, April decided to join the turtles at their lair to hang out and veg for a while. She hadn't actually been over since they'd first brought Katerina home with them, and she had to admit that she was curious to see how she was adjusting. She assumed things must have been going at least partially well, since she'd joined them in their Albearto's escapades. Not to mention, she also had a stack of pizzas, already boxed up, that she managed to salvage from the wreckage of the restaurant. And who better to share it with than the biggest pizza lovers she knew?
"Thanks for the pizza, April," Michelangelo mentioned gratefully, rubbing his belly after they'd finished gorging.
They were all sprawled out in different parts of the living room, several occupying the chairs while others lounged on the floor. Credits were rolling along the screen in the background from the movie that had just ended.
"It's no big. It was just gonna end up goin' to waste, anyway," she reasoned. "So, Katy, is it now?" she questioned, turning in the direction of the cat girl. She nodded, acknowledging the nickname. "How's everything going? These guys treatin' you alright?"
Katerina glanced around to see the turtles smiling at her. She smiled back, before redirecting the expression towards April.
"Yep. Everything's great! Donnie even took me to get some of my things," she confirmed merrily. At hearing this, April cast a quizzical look in the purple turtle's direction. Feeling her eyes on him, he lifted his head from his phone to address it.
"What? It's not like anybody was home, and it's her stuff," he reasoned. However, that hadn't actually been the intention behind the look, but she decided to leave it alone, for now.
Since the movie was over, Katerina rose with the intention of picking up a bit. Except, a word from Raphael halted her before she could begin.
"Hey, Katy? Would you mind hittin' rewind on the tape?" he asked, even though he was technically closer to it than she was.
She complied nonetheless, padding over to stop the playback and hitting the rewind button for him. After that was accomplished, she began gathering up an armful of dirty plates and empty pizza boxes to take to the kitchen.
"So, what do you guys wanna do now?" Michelangelo was asking, when he noticed the cat girl passing by with her load. "Oh, Katy, take mine too!" he told her, adding his plate to her already formidable stack.
April raised an incredulous eyebrow at the action, but it wasn't until she began heading out of the living room, presumably to take the pile to the kitchen, that the other girl felt the need to speak up.
"Yo, Katy? Grab me a soda while you're in there," Leonardo casually ordered as she was leaving. Katerina paused for moment, glancing back to acknowledge that she'd heard him.
"What the heck, Leo? Why don't you get off your lazy butt and get it yourself?!" April snapped at him, finally having enough.
"Whoa! Hey! What's your problem?" he asked her, raising his hands defensively.
"It's alright, April. I don't mind," Katerina assured her as she exited the room. However, Leonardo continued to stare at their female friend with a wounded expression.
"You guys have been ordering that girl around all night! She isn't your live-in servant, you know?" April lectured haughtily.
"We never said she was," Raphael replied meekly, clearly confused.
"Katy's just nice. Plus she said she likes cleaning," Michelangelo argued.
"Yeah, April. No one is forcing her to do anything she doesn't want to do," Donatello reasoned.
"Doesn't seem that way from where I'm sittin'," April muttered irritably, narrowing her eyes at Katerina when she reentered the room, carrying the requested soda. She handed it off to the blue turtle before retaking her seat on the floor next to his beanbag chair.
"Girl! Have you been doing everything they tell you ta do?" she questioned firmly. Katerina thought about it for a second, and was about to answer when Leonardo beat her to the punch.
"She doesn't do everything we tell her to," he huffed. "Watch, I'll prove it!" Leonardo then proceeded to rotate around and plop his feet right into the middle of Katerina's lap! "Katy, be a dear and give me a foot massage," he ordered elaborately with a snarky grin. She blinked down at them in surprise.
Of course, he figured that such an invasive and over the top request would be immediately shot down. Having some small idea of how most girls worked, he was fully expecting her to shove the offending appendages away with revulsion any second.
However, to everyone's stupefaction, she didn't do that. She instead studied the feet for a moment, before suddenly reaching out to take one in both hands. Leonardo's smugness instantly withered into bewilderment and he shook his head.
"Hang on. You don't actually have to –" but his words died in his throat as soon as he felt her thumbs begin to push into the ball of his right foot. "Ever stop. . ." he drawled out dreamily, relaxing and sinking deeper into the bean chair. The room let out a collective groan of objection.
"Ah, what!?" Donatello questioned in disgust.
"Katy! Why?!" April demanded.
Katerina couldn't help but turn to the room with a giant, very amused grin. She let out a snort, which morphed into an involuntary giggle at their reactions.
"Because I thought it'd be funny," she confessed. Subverting expectations usually was.
"Myea, ist ha-larious," Leonardo slurred in agreement, a goofy, mellow smile on his face.
"Although, I didn't think he'd actually like it this much," she added, a bit bashfully. "I'd feel kinda bad if I stopped now," she admitted, absently shifting her hands to his other foot. He sighed in contentment, making her laugh again.
"Katy, you are real weird," April decided.
"I've been accused of that for the majority of my life," she stated with a shrug.
"I believe it," she heard Donatello mutter under his breath.
"Oooo! Do me next!" Michelangelo requested with zero shame.
"No! That's enough of that! We're supposed to be deciding what we wanna do for the rest of the night," April reminded them, waving wildly to get Katerina to stop.
"Awww!" Leonardo whined in disapproval when he felt her drop his foot.
"Well, how bout a game?" Michelangelo suggested.
"That's a great idea!" April cheered, jumping on board. "I've got Hot Seat," she told them, pulling out a black box with red lettering, that appeared to Katerina to be some kind of card game. A collective groan rose up from the room, and she frowned at the boys. "Oh, come on guys! It's not that bad."
"That game is so humiliating!" Leonardo whined.
"Agreed! I really don't need more reasons to get mocked," Donatello added.
"I think it's great," Raphael chimed in with a shrug.
"Yeah, making fun of Donnie is always fun," Michelangelo giggled gleefully, thinking back to the last time they played, earning a hard glare from the purple turtle.
"It's not supposed to be for making fun of people! It's supposed to help you get to know each other better," April argued.
"Oh joy! An icebreaker game," Katerina mumbled sarcastically. April gave her a questioning look. "Usually when I'd be, convinced," and by convinced, she meant forced, "to play these types of games, I'd end up in the 'getting mocked' category," she informed her, throwing a thumb over her shoulder in Donatello's direction.
"Okay, okay. How bout this? If you get a card you really don't wanna read, you can skip it," April offered, but the two cool colored turtles remained unmoved. "I just, thought it would be a fun way for Katy to get to know everyone. . ." she trailed sadly.
Katerina watched as their expressions instantly softened. They glanced at each other before Leonardo let out a groan of exasperation.
"Alright, fine! We'll play! But don't say I didn't warn you," he added in a cautionary tone.
"So, how exactly does this game work?" Katerina wondered. April opened the box and pulled out the instructions to read over to her.
"So, we each take a turn being in the 'Hot Seat'. The player in the Hot Seat draws a card and reads the question about themselves out loud for everyone to hear. Then, everyone including the player in the Hot Seat writes an answer to the card in play on their answer pad." She took a moment to pass out the pencils and pads that were included in the box.
"The idea is, you gotta come up with an answer that you think the person in the seat would write to try and trick everyone else into thinking they wrote it. Then, the player in the Hot Seat collects the answers and reads all of them out loud. Meanwhile, everyone else has ta guess which answer was actually written by the player in the Hot Seat. Everyone who guesses right gets a point," she explained.
"Oh, so, not only do you answer the question, everyone else has to guess how you would answer," Katerina nodded in understanding. She could image how such a game could get very embarrassing, very quickly.
"That's right. So, who wants to go first?" April wondered, and Michelangelo enthusiastically volunteered. She passed him the first card.
"What would be the hardest word for me to never be able to say again?" he read aloud.
"Aw! Come on! That's too easy," Raphael commented on the question.
"Eh, not necessarily. I can think of several words Mikey would have a hard time giving up," Donatello mentioned.
"Well, don't say any out loud! Everyone write your answers," April instructed, jotting something down herself. Katerina considered several potential options before writing a word to pass forward. Once he had all the papers, he began reading.
"Cowabunga, Hot Soup, Cowabunga, Dr. Delicate Touch, Omigosh, and Pizza," he listed, then glanced up looking a bit dubious. "Some of these are more than one word, guys," he pointed out.
"Yeah, but, some of them wouldn't make sense without the other words," Leonardo argued.
"I guess," he agreed.
"I'll let it slide," April decided for everyone. "So, now we vote. All in favor for Cowabunga?" she asked. Everyone in the room raised their hands, causing Michelangelo to throw his up in frustration.
"Then why did you guys bother guessing anything else?" he had to wonder.
"Well, I didn't know that. I just voted for Cowabunga since it was written more than once," Katerina reasoned.
"Same," April quipped. "Who else wrote Cowabunga?" she wondered.
"That would be me," Raphael acknowledged with pride.
"Okay, so, two points for Raph and one point for everyone else," the girl tallied. "Alright, who's next?"
Since Raphael was sitting next to Michelangelo, he pulled the next card. It was kind of a darker one, reading something along the lines of, 'what will my tombstone say'? It seemed the consensus would be along the lines of him being the leader, and no one was ever allowed to challenge his authority. Raphael didn't seem to appreciate the allegations, as he actually wrote about himself being a strong and loyal big brother. This didn't stop the others from being amused at their own answers, though.
Leonardo was next, pulling the question, 'what is something I wish I never found out about'? He had a random assortment of slightly disturbing things that people guessed. However, his answer actually ended up being more tame – he wished he never found out that Jupiter Jim used stunt doubles in a lot of his movies. The only reasoned Katerina even knew who that was, was because they'd literally just finished watching one!
Then it was Donatello's turn. April tossed him a card and he read, "Which two people would I be most excited to see star in a new movie together?"
"Heh, I got this," Raphael bragged, quickly scribbling out his answer.
Katerina couldn't really claim to know him well enough, or all his media interests, to be confident about picking an answer. There were just so many options out there, where would she even begin? She remembered someone mentioning something about an 'Atomic Lass' being his favorite character from this 'Jupiter Jim' universe they seemed to like so much. So, she figured she could at least start with that. A minute or two later, and everyone passed their papers to Donatello.
"Okay, Let's see – Jupiter Jim and Atomic Lass, Jupiter Jim and Atomic Lass, Atomic Lass and Lou Jitsu," Everyone seemed to give him a quizzical look at that one. "Jupiter Jim and Atomic Lass, Jupiter Jim and Atomic Lass, and –" he paused, hesitating for a moment. "Atomic Lass and Lou Jitsu," he finished with apparent confusion.
"Really? I can't believe that showed up twice!" Leonardo stated in wonder.
"Yeah, I mean, who would put such a weird suggestion at all?" Raphael asked the room.
"Well, whoever wrote it, they're right. Cuz, mine was the other one," he confessed, holding up both answers for the others to see. Not bothering to wait for the voting process in his genuine disbelief, he glanced around the room, searching to see who would acknowledge. After a moment, to everyone's astonishment, Katerina slowly raised her hand.
"How?" Donatello had to wonder. "I – I mean I put this thinking no one else would even consider. . ." he trailed his confession. Katerina shrugged shyly.
"Well, everyone was saying earlier that Atomic Lass was your favorite character, and then I remember you guys mentioning that Lou Jitsu guy. . ." she trailed, but then continued when it seemed like no one had anything to add. "And personally, if it were me, I'd definitely pick characters from two different franchises. I've always been a sucker for crossovers," she admitted.
"Whoa, Katy. That's impressive! What are the odds?" April marveled.
"I was just thinking the same thing," Leonardo agreed. "When did we ever talk about Lou Jitsu, though?"
"The night we first met, when I asked what kind of ninjas you were," she reminded him.
"You remember that?" Leonardo asked, sounding like he hadn't. She nodded.
"Oh yeah! You talked about how you had a good memory, right? That's why you were good at school?" Michelangelo mentioned.
"I – yes. Being able to memorize things without much effort made school easy for me. It's like, the one thing I'm good at. It's, not always a blessing though," she confessed.
"Why not? That sounds great! I wish it was easier for me to memorize things for school," April complained.
Not really knowing what else to say to that, Katerina simply shuffled uncomfortably on her spot on the floor, while doing everything she could to avoid making eye contact with Donatello. She could feel his questioning gaze so strongly, she was worried he might bore a hole right through her! She had no idea that her random answer was actually going to be right! Either way, it left her wondering what it could mean.
"A-anyway, it's my turn now, right?" she reminded them, desperately trying to change the subject to get rid of the awkwardness. She pulled a card out of the box – and immediately felt her stomach drop at the contents!
"Aw, crap," she mumbled to herself, but it was still loud enough for the others to hear.
"What? What's the matter?" Raphael asked with concern. She blinked up at him before blowing out a sigh. Might as well just get it over with.
"What is the most embarrassing situation I've been in, in a public setting?" she reluctantly read.
"O-hoho-ho man! That's a mean one!" Michelangelo realized with a laugh. "It even has embarrassing in the question!" While the guys were all grinning, April flashed her a sympathetic look.
"You don't have to do that one. It's fine if you wanna pick again," she offered, holding out the box.
"No, no! It's cool. I can hack it," she assured her. "Everybody hit me with your best shot," she challenged, thinking that being sporting and more humor directed at her could help lighten the earlier uneasy mood.
"Alright, if you're sure. . ." April trailed, but Katerina just nodded with a smile.
"Now that I think about it, it'll be fun to see what you guys come up with," she decided, before scribbling out a short summary of an incident that to this day still haunted her.
It took the group several long minutes to think of possibly common embarrassing situations that a typical kid could get into. Usually in games like this, there were time limits on how long you could take to answer, but Katerina didn't mind. She waited patiently until everyone had decided on an answer and passed her their papers. She then shuffled them all around before reading them out one by one as the others had.
"Alright, so, first situation: Getting lost in the store, before finding and hugging my mom, only to find out that the lady wasn't my mom," she read, causing a few snickers from the audience. She set it down and moved to the next. "Slipping on a banana peel and tripping into a trash can?" she read with a more dubious tone. "Does that actually happen to people?" she had to wonder.
"Hey! You can't say stuff like that while reading! It makes it obvious that one isn't yours," Raphael lectured her, to which she flinched in response.
"Oh, right, sorry," she told them, and went back to reading. "Getting milk poured on my head in the middle of the cafeteria." She gave an acknowledging nod to the paper. While it was true, it still wasn't her most embarrassing scenario. "Getting rejected by your crush after confessing to them in front of other people."
"Oh! That one seriously sucks! Never confess in public, people," April warned, getting a few weird looks from the turtles. "Not that, I've ever done anything like that," she quickly corrected, frantically waving her hands around. "But I've seen guys try that at school, and it never ends well," she assured them.
"Did Dale try that on you?" Donatello asked her with a teasing smirk.
"I don't wanna talk about it," April moaned, lowering her head in shame. She waved in Katerina's direction encouragingly. "Keep going," she all but pleaded.
"Having an episode of explosive diarrhea in a restaurant bathroom," she tried to read casually. However, several of the guys burst out laughing at just the notion that could happen to someone.
"Who came up with that one?" Leonardo asked, wiping one of his eyes.
"We'll find out in a second!" April snapped at him, sounding annoyed that now he was trying to ruin the game. Katerina just brushed it off before declaring the last option.
"Trying to pull off a cool move to impress people, only to royally mess it up," she finished, looking up expectantly.
"Alright, let's see what everyone decided. Who thinks it was the mom situation?" April asked.
And so, everyone voted as she went through each scenario. It was pretty divided, since the others hadn't had a chance to get to know Katerina very well at this point. Until there were only two options that no one voted for, the crush confession and the restaurant diarrhea. Now that everyone voted, they all looked at her expectantly to see who got it right.
"Actually, no one did," she admitted quietly. There was a long pause as the others took the time to process this information.
"Wait, don't tell me, you actually confessed to someone in front of other people?!" April asked in disbelief. Katerina just really didn't seem like the type. . .
However, she then further shocked the room by slowly shaking her head. "No," she seemed very reluctant to admit.
"It was the diarrhea!?" Michelangelo exclaimed with borderline horror. With great shame and apparent pain, Katerina nodded her head.
It only took about a second for the room to set off into jovial laughter! Meanwhile, all Katerina could do was sit in humbled silence while she waited for it to calm down. She couldn't help but smile at all the chortling faces, though.
"I thought you guys might like that," she confessed. No matter who you were or where you came from, potty humor never failed to be entertaining.
"How – how did that happen to you?" Leonardo asked in between chuckles.
"Oh, you don't actually want me to tell you about that, do you?" she questioned with a grimace. "It's, not pleasant," she told him, her face beginning to flush.
"Aw, come on! You said it was explosive! I gotta hear about this!" Michelangelo prodded with a huge grin.
"Katy, no! You don't have to give us the details," April assured her, despite her seeming secretly interested.
"Why not? I wanna hear the details," Raphael argued lightly.
"Well, I mean, we've come this far," Donatello reasoned, while still attempting to act aloof about it. Katerina didn't see this going away any time soon. She let out an exaggerated sigh.
"Alright, but, you guys gotta promise me you won't think any less of me after I tell you," she requested.
"We would never," Leonardo assured her with a grin. She gave him a skeptical look, but dove into her story nonetheless.
"So, I guess the first thing you should know, is that I've always had some issues with IBS. Usually it's not that big a deal, and as long as I don't overdo it, I'm generally fine," she began, but paused when Michelangelo was giving her a confused look.
"It stands for Irritable Bowel Syndrome," Donatello clarified for him, and potentially anyone else.
"Anyway, so my mom really wanted to try this new German restaurant, right. But she couldn't get any of her normal hookups to go with her, cuz they were all busy that night or something. So, she actually decided to take me with her, so she wouldn't look lame eating there all by herself. Well, I'd never had Wiener Schnitzel before, so I thought it'd be cool to try," she said with a shrug.
"But then, when they finally brought out the food, they set this massive slab of breaded meat in front of me! I kid you not, this thing must've been like, two pounds! And this not including the mashed potatoes and rolls that came with it. So, I tasted a bite, and it was like, one of the greatest things I've ever eaten!" Katerina gushed, putting her hands up to her cheeks with a dreamy expression.
"Wait, you didn't, eat the entire thing in one sitting?" Donatello questioned with a pained look, obviously seeing where this was going.
"I did. . . the whole meal. . ." she confessed with shame, mock tears streaming down her face. "I thought I was gonna be okay, at first, but about five minutes after I finished, I could feel my digestive track start to reject it!"
"Uh oh," Michelangelo added sympathetically.
"Yeah, that's what I said, and then excused myself to the bathroom." Katerina buried her head in her hands at this point, feeling very reluctant to continue.
"What happened then?" Leonardo asked teasingly. She could hear the grin in his voice, since it was pretty obvious what was coming next.
"It was like a bomb went off, straight out my butt! I barely got my pants down in time!" she wailed, to the immense amusement of everyone in the room! Another roaring chorus of laughter rang out, and despite their best efforts, not even Donatello or April were immune to it.
"I've never in my life, had that much gas build up all at once! And the actual fecal matter coming out of me, it was black, like – I'd been eating asphalt or something. I'd never seen anything like it. I got all hot, and nauseous, and my stomach kept contracting on it's own, like I was vomiting out the wrong end!" With each new detail she added, the laughter seemed to intensify, getting louder and more rowdy.
"And the pain, oh man! I was in so much pain, my whole body, went numb!" At this point, even Katerina was having difficulty keeping her own chuckling out of her story. "Even my vision, started to, go dark!" She moved her hands in towards her eyes, demonstrating tunnel vision. "I though, I was, gonna die!" she managed to giggle out.
Now was when tears began to form. The others, including April, long sense abandoning any attempt to hold themselves back, while Donatello was still stubbornly keeping a hand clamped over his mouth, trying desperately not to completely lose it!
"Wa-haha! Wa-hass there, a-anyone else – in the roo-hoom?" Leonardo was able to barely ask past the cackling.
Katerina nodded expressively, unable to speak for a moment. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself enough to continue.
"I do-hon't, know – ha-how much noise I was ma-hay-king, but I – ha-heard," she sniffed and gasped again, preparing herself for the next part. "I heard a little kid – 'M-mommy! What is that?!' she forced out in a whiny tone, before exploding into her own fit of hysterical laughter.
Not even Donatello could hold himself back now! Openly erupting into his own set of deep belly laughs! Tears were actively streaming down everyone's faces by now, and Katerina was unable to continue for a full sixty seconds! She had to take several more deep, panting breaths first.
"She-he, she sounded so – sca-hared! A-and I think they, le-heft without – washing their ha-hands. And another la-hady asked if, if was alright?" Katerina threw her hands up with mock-dismay. "Wha-hut could I tel-hel her? Tha-hat my own ba-howls were currently trying ta ma-hurder me?!" she lamented.
It was then that Donatello began waving at her, in an unspoken plea to get her to stop! Seeing how he and the others were currently incapable of speech due to the intense laughter! They were all rolling and sobbing with it, holding their bellies in response to the inevitable ache that was forming.
"S-sta-hap! I ca-ha-han't! It hur-hur-hurts!" he eventually managed eek out.
So, Katerina complied. She stopped trying to speak and focused instead on sucking air into her burning lungs. Since she was giving everyone a chance to breathe, they were attempting the same, gasping deeply and swiping at their soaking eyes. After a minute, the group was finally able to calm down enough to form words again.
"S-soho wha, what ha-happend next?" Michelangelo asked, still grinning wildly. But April quickly began shaking her head.
"No-ho! N-no more! I can't ta-hake any more!" April begged, trying her hardest to speak normally.
"B-but – but I wanna ha-hear then end of the sto-hory!" Raphael sniffed, sounding a bit disappointed.
"Well, why don't we, take a break first?" Katerina suggested between small pants.
"That's a, good idea. I need, a drink," Leonardo admitted between his own gasps, rising to head into the kitchen.
"Me too," Katerina agreed. Her throat was feeling particularly parched after that ordeal!
After a several minute reprieve, and all getting something to drink, the group reconnoitered back in the living room, retaking their previous seats.
"Okay, okay. What next?" Leonardo asked enthusiastically.
"So, I'm not sure how long I was in the bathroom for, like thirty, forty five minutes? But there was no one else in the room when I finally felt like I was okay to get off the toilet," she stressed. "Probably because of the smell. Oh dear gawd, the smell!" she emphasized, shaking her head and eliciting some small chuckles from the others. Luckily nothing too extreme this time.
"I felt so sorry for everyone else who had to endure it! I think like, at least half the restaurant was gone when I came out of the bathroom, maybe more?" she guessed. "I was so embarrassed! My mother was mortified, even though I apologized profusely to the wait staff for destroying their toilet! Not to mention their business for the night!" she lamented, revisiting the shameful sensation.
"She ranted at me the entire way home once we eventually left. She wasn't amused when I tried to explain that my stomach was literally attempting to crap out my own rectum!" she barked. "But, on the bright side," she added, sounding a bit more cheery. "I think my body eventually took pity on me, cuz I ended up getting a wicked endorphin rush afterwards," she told them.
"An endorphin rush?" April wondered.
"Yeah, you know, your brain usually releases endorphins after you vomit, or have a really intense episode of pain, or whatever. Anyway, I didn't even care that my mom was yelling at me. I was all, is this what it feels like to do drugs? Cuz I was feelin' good!" she giggled at the memory, taking a sip of her soda.
"So, yeah. That's the story of how I had the worst case of IBS in my entire life!" she concluded with a grin, everyone smiling back at her. She then turned to April. "And that's why having a good memory isn't always a good thing, but I guess it's your turn now, isn't it?" However, April just lifted her hands and shook her head.
"Oh no! I think I've had enough for one night. You definitely win this one, girl!" April consented, rising from her seat in a motion that she was ready to leave.
She then proceeded to say her goodbyes and goodnights to everyone, even going the extra mile to give Katerina a big hug before she left.
"I guess I can see why you wouldn't wanna remember that! But in the meantime, just try not to destroy any more toilets," she teased on her way out.
"I'll see what I can do," Katerina jokingly assured her back.
. . .
Later that night, as they were lying in their beds, and unbeknownst to the other party, both Donatello and Katerina were replaying over the evenings events in their minds. Mostly, it was over the same event. How on earth had they managed to come up with the same random answer for his question.
Donatello remembered what she'd mentioned about crossovers. He had to admit, that's exactly the idea he'd had behind his answer. After all, what could be better than a crossover movie between his two favorite franchises? However, he couldn't help but feel a bit weirded out that, that's exactly where her mind had gone to as well.
Katerina, meanwhile, was experiencing a similar uncanny sensation. Who knew there could be someone else out there who liked crossovers as much as she did? At least, that was the impression that she got from his answer. Despite that, she was actually feeling even more pleased about how well her story had gone over. She hadn't realized that they were going to end up finding it that entertaining! The highlight of it all, again for her, had been seeing how much Donatello had enjoyed it, even though it was obvious he'd been trying not to let it show.
The other turtles had proven to be much easier to please, and generally seemed fine with her presence in their home. Especially when she was willing to follow through on all of their requests, even if it was to April's apparent disapproval. To be honest, Katerina hadn't even considered it to be a bad thing.
Even so, a part of her still felt like Donatello in particular, wasn't real fond of having her around. More that she was at least useful, if nothing else. That train of thought ended up bringing her back around to their encounter with that demon animatronic earlier that evening, and how useless she'd been then. Sure, while she might have managed to take him out in the end, it wasn't until she'd been pushed to her breaking point! Before that, she'd managed to be nothing but a burden! Only getting in the way and forcing Donatello to bail her out!
If this was par for the course for them, as April had warned her about, it made her feel guilty about wanting to participate. However, she suddenly realized, maybe there was something she could do to rectify that. . .
Since people will probably wonder, so I guess I'll just admit - with shame :( - that the diarrhea story, is actually a true story that happened to me some years ago. Of course, I elaborated on it some and tweaked it a bit so it would fit better with the character, but most of what I described actually happened. Take from life, right? So, I guess this also serves as a warning for anyone considering trying to dine on heavy German food. Don't over do it, and take it in stages! Remember, leftovers are your friends! :P