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Angel's looking extraordinarily pleased with... well, (after)life, the universe, everything really. It's probably best that you not ask for details.
He drops off some packages with Bar, saying, "Can you make sure these get to where they're going, honey? Thanks." The packages in question are for Lilly, Roger, Mimi, Maureen, and April.
That done, Angel gets some hot chocolate and paradoxes and heads for the fireplace. On an almost entirely unrelated note, he's wearing the patchwork skirt Val gave him.

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December twenty-seventh, one pm, milli-standard time...

Oh, wait. Wrong film. Mark's filming, though. Surprised? Nah.

If Mark weren't filming Angel, there'd probably be something wrong with the universe. And who's to say it's the wrong film when this one isn't even done yet?
...Anyway. Angel grins and waves, when he notices the camera.

Mark finishes the shot and wanders over, a bit of a conspiratorial grin on his face. "Love the skirt, Angel."

"Yeah, you would, from what Val had to say. How'd you talk everybody out of this stuff, anyway?"
The grinning has progressed to beaming.

"That, my dear friend, is my secret. Boy's gotta have some secrets, doesn't he?" He's beaming right back. "Besides, when she asked me about it, I thought it was a lovely idea."

"Fine, I see how it is, I'm not even allowed some genuine curiosity..." The continued beaming would seem to suggest that Angel's just teasing Mark. "And it is a lovely idea, but I do think it makes a better skirt."

Mark beams right back. He can tease with the best of them. "I don't know, some people wearing nothing but an Idea wouldn't be all that bad of a thought."

"Think I'll pass. Sounds a bit too chilly for my tastes."

Mark laughs. "Well, there's probably a way to wear a warm Idea, really." He ponders, still grinning.

"What, you gonna add a clothing line to your troubles now?"

"Sure, why not?" Mark grins. "I could handle that. Who knows, I could probably find someone aorund ehre to design something for me."

...Houston, we have a gigglefit.
"You might want to take things one at a time there, honey. Besides, the clothes thing seems more up Maureen's or Mimi's alley than yours."

"I guess, but it would be amusing. Production company, music studio, and fashion design center. I rather like that."

"You're silly sometimes, you know that?"
Sometimes, the obvious just has to be stated.

Mark sweeps Angel a huge bow. "Of course, my dear Angel. What else could I be with friends such as mine?"

"I don't know, honey, I really don't. So how'd your Various Generic Winter Holidays work out?"

"They went well." Mark shrugs. "My mother left too many messages as usual, and I took Maureen skating, but that's about it."

"Well, I guess they can't all be thrill-a-minute."
Probably better that they aren't, really. Only so many action-packed holidays a person can take.

"Yeah, and sometimes there are years that aren't all that thrilling, either."

Mark shrugs, but there's a grin on his face.

"You seem to have survived, though. Quite a bit to be said for that."

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