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[stilljustandrew]

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

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

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[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew brightens.*

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

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

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

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

[stilljustandrew]

Right! Adds verisimilitude.

*Andrew beams.*

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

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*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?

[stilljustandrew]

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.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

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?

[stilljustandrew]

Right.

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

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

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

Rendezvous tomorrow night?

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew nods.* Got it.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander turns and walks away.

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