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

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

*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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