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Val walks over to him with a plate of cookies and a glass of milk, a smile on her face. "Here. Looks like you could use a bit of cheer."

*He manages a smile.* Hey Val. Thanks.

She shrugs, a concerned smile on her face. "It's part of my job. Well, perhaps not my technical job description, but still. What's bugging you? Wanna talk about it?"

Um ...

Have you seen Meg?

Val wrinkles her nose, looking around. "I think she's around somewhere." Her eyes are concerned. "Is everything alright?"

I --

*miserably* I don't know.

"Well, I don't mean to butt into where I'm not wanted, but perhaps it would help if you talked to someone? You're my friend, and I hate seeing you like this." She reaches to put a hand on his arm, her eyes concerned, and faintly pained.

...thanks.

I'm just, I'm worried about her.

"I admit that I haven't really talked to her in a couple days. Why are you worried?" She furrows her brow, looking a bit more concerned.

*Meg sees him from where she is talking with Faith. And freezes.*

Faith, oblivious to the emotional repercussions, bounces over to Andrew's side* Hey, Andy! Met your girlfriend. *growls playfully* I'd go for extra innings if I was you.

*stares* You met her? Tonight? Is she still here?

Yeah, sure. *points over to where they were talking. Meg resembles nothing so much as Bambi standing in front of a semi* She's right there.

*Andrew's gaze follows Faith's pointing finger, and his own posture takes on something of a rabbit-in-the-headlights look.*

*Meg would resent the comparison to Bambi, if she'd heard it, and knew who Bambi was. As she has not, she meets Andrew's gaze - with only a little bit of an effort - and puts on a cheerful smile.*

Hi, Andrew.

Hey, Meg.

How've you been the. Er. Past few days?

Um. Okay.

...you?

Fine . . .

*Rather belatedly, she turns to Faith.* I, er, met your friend.

Oh - and another friend of yours. But, er, he's from nineteen ninety-seven, so I don't think he knows you yet. Er.

*She turns her fedora absently over and over again in her hands.*

*Faith is starting to not be oblivious to the discomfort, and it's starting to get to her. Usually when she's not comfortable she either hits the person causing it or sleeps with them. Neither of those options are viable here, and she doesn't really know what to do next. So she borrows a page from Willow's book - she talks.*

So this is a pretty cool place you've found. I've been meeting folks left and right, friendly crowd, and hey, Andy, they all say nice stuff about you. *delivers a noogie, thankfully not at full strength* You're doing pretty good, aren't ya?

ow ow ow -- *squirms away from noogieing*

Uh, yeah. The folks here are, uh. Pretty nice. Mostly.

Yeah! And hey, the girlfriend? Major hottie. *leers playfully at Meg* Way better than I thought you'd manage.

*Meg grins at Faith. That, she can handle.*

What, you were expecting a chimney sweep? I thought you said you'd heard about me - maybe I should be nervous of what people have been saying?

*grins back, pleased that the girl's not blushing* Nooo, not a chimney sweep. I heard 'Short, blonde, ballerina.' Everything else I heard came from Andrew, and I thought he might be biased.

Am not.

*Meg giggles and resolutely refuses to ask what he said. Absolutely refuses. She has more willpower than that, really!*

Well, you have a point. *She grins.* But come on, there aren't too many ugly ballerinas, when it comes down to it. We're all pretty much in the same generic, perky, giggly mold. Comes with the job.

Well, yes, that's true. But I was also told 'French', and, well...

*Andrew's trying to catch Meg's eye as though to say something. The fact that he has no clear idea what to say is being resolutely ignored.*

*Faith looks back and forth between them and sighs. It appears she's going to have to play relationship counselor. Great.*

Hey, Meg? *grabs Andrew's hand* This is Andrew. He likes you a lot. Probably more than is entirely healthy. *takes Meg's hand and sort of forces it into Andrew's* And I'm guessing you like him too, since you asked me if I'd seen him. *lets go of their hands, after making sure they're not letting go of each other* So whatever's kept you from running into each other, I'm giving you one chance to sort it out, and if you don't, I'm getting Peter to help me lock you up in a closet and not let you out until you've...uhm, kissed and made up.

*blinks at Meg* Um.

*Meg is looking straight at Andrew now, for the first time all night. She winces a bit at 'more than is entirely healthy', but manages a rueful grin at the last bit.*

Yes - well - closets aren't really the most comfortable places to kiss and make up.

Did, uh ...

*His voice squeaks a bit, and he clears his throat.*

... did you have somewhere else in mind?

Hey. Squeaking is my thing. Don't you steal my trademarks.

*Meg's smiling for real now, and if there's a faint undertone of sadness, it's almost lost, for now.* I don't know - anywhere bigger than a closet would do, really. I'm not picky.

*He glances uneasily over his shoulder, at Faith.*

*Somehow it's different when she's watching.*

*Faith's watching. And grinning like a fiend.* Remember, Andrew. Extra innings. *leans over to whisper in his ear* And don't forget to warmup first.

*His ears go bright red and he ducks away from her whisper, but there's a very small answering grin fighting to break loose on his own face.*

*Meg looks from one to the other. She blinks.*

This poor backwards girl from the past is going to take that as a cue to go upstairs, then. *She grins, rather wickedly, at Andrew.* Coming?

*She turns and heads for the stairs, Andrew following.*

*Meg stares. She is not quite able to believe her ears.*

I'm very much hoping I heard you wrong . . .

*From across the room, Paul holds up a calender. This weekend has been circled in red.

There are pictures of playful kittens to represent the month. Don't think about that.*

*Andrew glares for a moment, then turns away. He is so VERY not in the mood.*

[ooc: His mun, on the other hand, is highly amused.]

[OOC: We should plot...something...XD]

[ooc: batyathetoon on AIM. ping me?]