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[anya-after.livejournal.com]

Anya comes down into the bar, carrying a notebook and pen. Grabbing a coffee from the bar, she goes and sits down at a table and continues to work on what she was writing.

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[anya-after.livejournal.com]

Anya doesn't look from her writing, figuring that it's still the younger Xander. The one who doesn't know about them.

"Hello, Xander. Did you lose you memory again? Or do you remember me this time? And no, I'm not in Mexico."

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander blinks.*

W-well, I did, but ... you're alive.

Actually, no, I guess you're not, but ... hi?

[anya-after.livejournal.com]

Anya blinks herself and looks up.

Xander. With an eyepatch. Which means...

"Xander?"

She blinks again.

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander puts a hand to his eye patch self-consciously.*

Aye aye, cap'n.

[anya-after.livejournal.com]

She continues to stare at him.

"You... you're Xander. My Xander. Not fresh out of high school Xander. But fighting evil priests Xander."

Her body seems to be frozen.

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*Xander nods, looking at her in a mixture of wariness, relief, and hope.*

Fighting evil priests and losing Xander. You forgot the part about losing. *He tries to grin.*

And you're here. I, uh, didn't think I'd be seeing you.

[anya-after.livejournal.com]

She stares at him, then stands up and walks toward the bar. She returns shortly, carrying a tub of ice cream and one spoon. She looks nervously at him, in an Anya way.

"Want some?"

[xan-shaped.livejournal.com]

*Xander keeps looking at her. After a moment, he smiles and nods.*

Sure.

*He waits for Anya to sit, then does the same.*

Ah, Chunky Monkey ... a classic.