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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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"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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