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[balletrat]

*Meg is in the bar. With coffee. Take that, bar!*

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[balletrat]

Well, a lot of them I've been spoiled for, *Meg points out.* By, you know, being here. And all.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

Oh. Sorry. But, uh, think of it as Christmas come early. A Christmas of knowledge.

*Yes, he's spent too much time with Willow.*

[balletrat]

I don't know, *Meg says sadly.* The tragedy of too much knowledge might turn my life into a living hell -

wait, you know what, that's too close to the truth. Er, it's kind of nice about that whole indoor plumbing thing?

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander nods enthusiastically.* Oh, yes. It's great stuff; you'll have a blast.

[balletrat]

I like it here, *Meg volunteers.* And less risk of cholera -

*This mun? Foreshadowing like a mofo? Nah.*

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Fearing like whoa? Why yes, this mun is. But Xander is oblivious of any foreshadowing.*

Yeah. Can't say I've ever had cholera, but I'm betting it's un-good.

[balletrat]

Not so much with the fun. You get it from drinking bad water, *Meg explains.*

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander nods.* Distilled only, baby.

*He yawns.* Hey, Meg, I think I'm gonna go upstairs now. Sleep well. Take care of those pictures. 'Night!

[balletrat]

Night, Xander!

*Meg wanders off to fall in bad water somewhere.*

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander wanders off to talk to Satan sit with a quiet cup of cocoa.*