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Virginia was humming slightly to herself, and looking through her wedding magazines. She looked up every so often to make sure that no one was coming after her.

She didn't care what Wolf said. She wasn't going to be paranoid. She wasn't going to hide. She was going to live her life, deranged weirdos or not.

She was, however, going to be careful, and aware of her surroundings.

Which, honestly, wasn't much different from what a single woman had to do in New York, biking to and from work alone and all.

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She let go of Xander. "It was nice actually being able to talk to you without being interrupted by beer bottles this time, and it was nice to meet you, you little punk!" she shot, laughingly at Ron. She nodded towards him, and said to Xander. "I have to go find my fiance. Get'im. Little punk deserves it."

The she shook her head and laughed at the two of them and walked off.

Xander waves cheerily at Virginia before turning on Ron.

"Ron ..." he says dangerously. "There are some things that we tell the world, and there are some things that are PRIVATE. Am I making sense to you?"

"You're more uptight than McGonagall, mate," Ron informed him sadly, shaking his head.

Xander rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, I don't know what it could be about coming out that gets me so STRESSED. You know, I'm going upstairs before you can out me to anybody else I don't really know."

Ron frowned at him. "I was just kidding! Bloody hell, you're so cranky. It's not such a big bloody deal! And she's the almost-wife of a good friend of mine, and she helped you, didn't she?"

With that, he stomped off, before Xander could yell at him more.

"Hey, that time I was kidding!" Xander yells after him. But it's no use. Sighing, he crawls under the table and picks up the dream book.

"Dreaming of Legumes ... okay, this is fucked up."

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