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*Andrew. Table. Large plate of fried paradoxes.*

*He's munching on one, and eyeing the others pensively.*

*Xander waves and walks over.*

Whoa, what're those?

Fried paradoxes. They're really good. Want one?

... Sorry, I'm on a strict "food-only" diet. Paradoxes are out. But if it makes you happy ...

*He slides closer to Andrew and lowers his voice.*

Do you know what your girlfriend's done with those karaoke pictures?

*Andrew winces.*

Yeah. She took them home. I can't get to them unless she takes me there, and she's not likely to anytime soon...

*with the tone usually taken by the main character in an action film* We've got to get those pictures back. We've got to ... go in.

*Andrew nods, appropriately grimly.*

We need a plan.

Is there any way you can get to those pictures? At all? Think hard, here.

I can't leave the bar on my own at all. And I don't know if anyone else can get me to Meg's time...

But you could persuade her, right? With distracting powers of persuasion that I'd rather not contemplate?

*Xander frowns, drumming his fingers on the bartop.* What we need is a way to get Meg to bring the pictures HERE.

I could ... um. Try?

... What if we got someone to ask if they could see them? Only they'd take them and turn them over to us instead?

*Xander nods thoughtfully.* Yeah ...

Or! *He gestures with his index finger to indicate that he has gotten an idea.* We get that person to ask to see the photos. Then, while Meg is displaying them, YOU distract her while I nab them! And burn them.

*Andrew nods decisively.* Sound strategy. Should work. Who do we get as our stalking horse?

Who would Meg want to show these pictures to? Aside from, you know, everyone?

*And Xander gets an idea.*

I think we should put a call in to our dear friend Faith. They're friends, right?

*Andrew brightens.*

And Meg would totally believe that Faith wanted to see them to embarrass us.

...Um. That might be true, actually.

*Xander frowns.* Well, uh, that just makes it better, right? More ... truthful-based.

Right! Adds verisimilitude.

*Andrew beams.*

*And has a small moment to think how strange it is that he and Xander are talking like friends.*

*Xander does not think it is strange. He will destroy those pictures AT ALL COSTS.

And if he were forced to probe a little deeper, he'd say ... well, Anya gave her life for this dork. There must be something about him that makes it worth it.*

Great! So, Faith. Where might we find a Faith?

Um. She's been having a lot of trouble sleeping lately -- Slayer dreams, you know. Nightmares.

We might wanna pick a day after she's gotten some sleep, 'cause, Faith on fatigue toxins? Scary.

Oh, right. *Xander remembers what Buffy's said about Slayer dreams, and thinks that yeah, Faith is not someone he wants interacting with Meg after a round of that.*

Well, the second we catch her in a good mood, we spring into action. Got it?

Right.

*It's said in a tone that ought to kick off the Mission Impossible theme in the background.*

*And if you listen very, very closely, you can almost hear it.*

Rendezvous tomorrow night?

*Andrew nods.* Got it.

*Xander turns and walks away.

He is humming the Mission: Impossible theme under his breath.*

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