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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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"Yeah, er..." Ron said, trailing off, and looking perplexed. "...did you read that book, too?"

Xander waves limply, taking a forlorn bite of cake.

"Yeah, I'm just ... over here."

"No, but I did see it on his bedside table. It's got like, post-it notes in it and everything."

He turns towards Xander.

"This guy over here has balls of solid steel. He gave my brother a book on anger management, and his knees still bend in the back. Can you believe that? Un-freakin'-believable."

Ron snickered. "I meant the other book, but I reckon you haven't. There's some book with me in it somewhere, Xander says, about my best mate, Harry. But I'm glad Raph got some use out of it."

Xander chuckles, glad to have some excuse to not feel like a shmuck.

"So that's what it was, huh? Awesome stuff." He does a bit of a double-take and stares at Mike. "Mutant ninja turtle? Um, color me skeptical, but you ... don't look like a turtle. Unless maybe in your universe, 'turtle' means 'walks upright, has no shell.'"

"He's read it, I wouldn't say he's gotten use out of it yet. Though, he hasn't slapped me upside the head in a while, so that's something."

Mike returns to his cake, for lo' it was lonely.

"I did say ex-turtle. I got better. You're both wearing sock costumes, and I'm wearing a human suit. Temporary gift from our friendly neighborhood Merlin."

"Tim?" Ron asked wryly.

Xander shrugs. "Hey, no need to say better. I don't judge the turtle. Good for turtles. Long live turtles!"

With a mouthful of cake, Mike nods at Ron.

"Long live us indeed. Unless the world should run out of cake. When that happens I'll be only too happy to shuffle out of this mortal coil for the next adventure. I mean, heaven has to have cake. It couldn't be heaven without it,....could it?"

"It'd better have chocolate. That's all I really want," Ron said. "But chocolate cake would work. Then you could have both at once."

"You can't have your cake and eat it too," Xander points out sagely. "But when you run out of bread, then it's okay to go for it."

"I've got a couple extra gallon cans of Hershey's Syrup kicking around if you want some. And dude, if you even try to take this cake from me, you'll find out the true meaning of ninja pretty damn quick."

He leans forward ready to protect his dessert from any and all attackers.

"You're a ninja?" Ron squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, doing a strange sort of shoulder-rolling movement almost unconsciously.

He seemed nice enough though, right?

"What's 'Hershey's'?"

Xander holds up his hands defensively.

"Far be it from me to steal another man's dessert," he says. To Ron, he gapes.

"What? You don't know Hershey's? You poor sap!" He pauses. "Actually, Hershey's is kinda the poor man's chocolate, but still ..."

"Hey hey hey. Let's not be making socioeconomic assumptions based one a guys preference in chocolate."

He turns towards Ron.

"Don't listen to him, it's like bliss up and melted on your ice cream. And yes...I am a ninja, so is Raph."

Mike grins, it's not totally sinister.

Ron bristled, just a bit, at "poor man's chocolate," but let it go.

"You think the bar'd give me some?"

If chocolate were cheaper, he'd certainly eat much more of it.

Xander winces. "Okay, foot likes to live in mouth, I get it. And, uh, yeah, should do. Unless you've ticked her off lately."

Ron quickly got up and came back with three Hershey's candy bars.

He opened the wrapper and poked despondently at the chocolate.

"Doesn't it do anything?" he asked, when it didn't hop around or change colors. "Like change your hair color or put spots on your tongue or something?"

"It doesn't have to do anything, it's that good"

"Why would you want candy to do that stuff, anyway?" Xander asks. "ADD brains would fry."

"Candy always does stuff," Ron said, as if this were common knowledge, but he cautiously took a bite, and chewed thoughtfully. "This is good."

"Wizard candy is wild. Raph had a stash of it up in his tent before the bomb went off. Tons of fun. But sometimes, a guy just needs a Hershey Bar. And if he's feeling saucy? A Hershey Bar with almonds."

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