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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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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.

"Ack!" Somehow, Val feels as if Xander is a bit too innocent in all this. She reaches over and tosses cake down his shirt as well. Ha! Victory, your name is Skywalker. Or something like that.

Xander jumps.

"WHOA now, that was uncalled for!" He leaps up, trying to dislodge cake from his clothing. He peels off his sock toga, treating both Val and Ron to a special glimpse at his internal organs and his penguin-covered boxers.

"Oh eeeyuck!" Ron complained. "I don't want to see what happens to your food after you eat it--the chewing was bad enough!" A pause. "...Are those duckies?"

He snickered. Yes, he, of the boxers with brooms and quaffles, snickered.

Heynow. Val has a husband who has a pair of boxers with banthas on them. They're in the laundry pile. Really. However, at the moment, she's pulled the hood of the robe over her head. "Ok, Xander, I have a feeling I'm not supposed to see that. The boxers -or- the internal organs. You need clothes or something? I have Luke's laundry over there."

"This is a protest," Xander informs them. "Cease with the pelting me of cake, or I will stay unclothed. And if you really piss me off, I'll EAT."

"I surrender," Ron said quickly, covering his eyes with a cake-covered hand.

She's still hidden in the robe. "I surrender too. Just... tell me when it's safe to look."

Xander smirks.

"Ha! I beat you BOTH." He grabs a robe from Luke's laundry, feeling vaguely sacreligious. "Okay, okay, coast is clear."

Ron cautiously open his eyes. Then he licked his fingers, and said thoughtfully. "I realyl do have to try the chocolate."

She peers out of the robe, pulling the hood off of her head. "Right. I think I'll leave you two to the cake. I'm going to go clean up and finish my laundry." She stands, looking a bit sheepish. "Clean up, you two. And I'll see you sometime later." She shuffles off, chuckling to herself.

Xander eyes Ron warily. "You, my man-- I am avoiding you until all cake is gone. Adios!"

"You started it!" Ron protested, as Xander hauled arse.

"And I can finish it, too!" Xander calls over his shoulder, running up the stairs.

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