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*Adam enters. With arms wide open. And looks about, trying to stifle a laugh.*

Oh, me.

Nobody knows what their purpose is. Maybe your purpose is to raise fluffy kittens.

*When that doesn't get a laugh, he goes on.*

There are plenty of people and things in this world to fight without you making up things about Roger.

Aye. *She pushes at a braid and nods.* So I should let it go.

*Shaking herself, she smiles.*

*He reaches up and tugs at the braid.*

S'not what I meant.

*She wrinkles her nose and tugs on his beard, smiling.*

I'm not sure that was very reverent of me. Whoops. I apologize.

*Jesus winks out at her.*

I'm sure there are plenty more irreverant things that could be done.

*Alanna snickers, inching away slowly.*

Is that so?

I'd tell you about them, but I think Aziraphael might strangle me upon my return to my normal body.

As I have a vested interest in making sure that does not happen, I will let it rest there. Coffee? *Alanna smiles innocently and offers her mug.*

*Adam-as-Jesus picks up the mug, but when he gets it near his nose, he frowns and puts it down.*

Oh, no thanks..

*Alanna blinks.*

Well. Tea then? Water?

Wine?

*Adam's face becomes animated.*

Oh! Bring me some water. Let's see if I can do it.

Do what, exactly? *She pats Bar and asks, quietly pushing the glass of water toward him when it appears.*

*He gesticulates wildly over the glass, and the water turns a deep reddish purple in colour.*

*Alanna blinks.*

You couldn't already do that?

*He looks a little shifty. A strange look on Jesus.*

Well... yeah. But it's kind of His Thing.

Ah. *absently* I turned a sweater into a piece of firewood once.

Oh? How did it burn?

*She considers this for a moment, then grins.* Purple.

*Adam laughs, and changes back, and pulls her into a tight hug, giving her a kiss.*

*Her hands come up to cup his cheeks, and she kisses him eagerly, whispering his name.*

I am sorry I had the reaction I did. It's just... all very confusing.

*She smiles and hugs him, somehow managing not to stab him in the ear with a braid.*

Confusing, just try having a beard.

*Alanna giggles.* I would have killed for one a few years ago. It would have made my life easier. *She lowers her voice.* What's the matter, Alan? Can't even grow a beard yet? You're just a pretty lad, not a man.

*He runs a hand along her cheek.*

You are a pretty lad. A prettier lass.

*Her eyes light up for a moment. Fingers gently brushing his hair behind his ear, she kisses him softly.*

Thank you. No one... Thanks.

*She kisses him again and laughs.*

You are a far prettier lad than I could ever hope to be.

*Adam laughs, and then runs a hand through his own hair.*

Me? Pretty? Nah.

*It's quite clear that he's goading her.*