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"I still can't believe," Xander shook his clear-skinned head, as he and Ron raced in from the wedding/funeral outside, "what she did to him. I mean, I know they were both evil, but Jesus...it's just like being back at Sunnydale High."

"Yeah, well, good riddance," Ron answered. "Let's just hope something even worse comes along and eats the other one." He paused. "We should eat cake. Weddings are s'posed to have cake."

"We should," Xander answered.

Therefore, a Ron and a Xander were at a table, eating cake. Xander still had no visible skin. They were both only clad in giant socks that covered their whole bodies, with holes for arms and legs.

They really would rather not talk about why, but feel free to ask.

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"There was a wedding," Ron said simply, "with a weirder dress cose than Tim and Ace's, Xander's skin's invisible, thanks to Delirium, and now we're just both glad it's over." He stuffed more cake in his mouth.

"Wan dum cate?" he asked, holding up his cake as he said it.

She blinks a moment, wandering over to the bar, and returning with a large pot of tea and three mugs. By this point, she's put the Jedi robe on, because she has nowhere else to put it. "Ok, I think you both need to start from the beginning. Xander has no skin because of Del. And there was a strange wedding?" She's almost wishing she's spiked the tea. "No cake, thanks. I'll re-visit it tomorrow morning." She winces.

"Your loss," Xander says, taking a large bite. "And yeah, Del? She made my skin clear because ... uh. And-then-there-was-a-sock-wedding. Ron?"

"There were evil puppets. One ate the other," Ron said, licking frosting off of his spoon. "Then we ran really fast."

He added, "Also, nettles stink."

Val just stares for a long moment, and takes a long drink of tea. Now she really wishes she'd spiked the tea, but that mightn't be a good idea in her state. "Ok. That's just... strange, even for Milliways." A long pause. "And nettles do stink. Anything I can do to get your minds off of it?"

"Can you juggle?" Xander asks hopefully.

"A cold wet rag'd be nice," Ron said, holding up his red and irritated hand. He turned to Xander. "But I do like the juggling idea."

"I shall return in a moment." Val wanders off to Bar and returns with three apples, and a cold, wet rag, along with a bowl of water and dry rag. She quickly washes and dries Ron's hand, then ties the wet rag around it deftly. Then, she picks up the apples and starts juggling idly. "Ok, so I'm not all that good yet, but I can do some." Secretly, she wishes she could float an extra apple around like Luke could, but hey. Do what you can.

Xander claps like a small child.

"Awesome!" he says. "You just made my week, Val."

Ron clapped his good hand on his other arm.

"You're even better than the twins!"

Val chuckles, somehow, in the midst of juggling, picking up a stray glass from a table and adding it to the mix. Blinking, she keeps that going for a while. "Force, I didn't know I could do that one."

Xander sighs and flops down onto the table, getting his nose in his cake icing. He watches Val out of the corner of his eye.

"God, some weeks ..."

"Some weeks what?" Ron asked, still watching Val juggle with a mouth wide open with awe.

Val does a couple cross-overs with the juggling, then gently puts the mug down, then the apples, dropping nothing. She leans back in her chair, concern in her eyes. "Oh, I know exactualy what you mean, Xander. What happened in your week?"

Xander glances at Ron.

"A lot," he says. "I got turned transparent by Del, harassed by a comic book villain who threatened to BLIND me, and then I got to play wedding planner in the Marriage of Figa-whoa." He pauses, looking stricken. "Ron .... I planned a wedding."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Xander, I swear if you start again, I will hex you. I swear."

Val blinks for a moment. "What's wrong with planning a wedding?" It seems that Val has no idea of these things. "What're you starting on?"

Xander sighs.

"Did I also mention I found out I was bi this week?"

There.

He said it.

GOD NO WHY.

"Bi ... polar?"

"Liar," Ron said casually, scraping his plate clearn with his fork. "Loooooaaaafers."

Val blinks. Loafers? She's a bit confused. "Ok. I'm still lost." She sighs, taking another long sip of tea. "Being bi-polar sucks, though. One of my friends in school was." She's eying him, though. Something's not quite right here.

Xander calmly picks up a piece of cake and rubs it into Ron's face.

"See? I'm unstable."

Ron stared at him, his mouth gaping, then thoughtfully licked the cake off of his face.

"You're right. I should've gone with the chocolate," he said. "But really, you should try the vanilla."

He scooped up a handful of cake from his other plate and flung it in Xander's face.

Xander ducks, and the cake hits Val in the face instead. Startled, her eyes sparkle, and she sneaks a bit of the icing, reaching around and patting Ron on the back, and drawing a line of icing on Ron's neck, dropping a bit down his shirt. "Now that was certainly nice of you, brother, dear."

Xander leans back in his seat as far away from the cake mayhem as he can get without looking conspicuous.

"Ah, ah, you got it down my shirt!" Ron cried out, arching his back and trying to keep it from smooshing. "That is it."

He picked up cake in both hands, leaned over the table and smooshed it in both their faces.