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Basement pool, late afternoon/early evening

"It" wasn't the pool, per se, but it was found in the changing room, more precisely, the shower bay.

All of Fishgrenade's hand gestures couldn't exactly convey the idea of "enough water to get all this figgy pudding off of me." Especially since he'd only decided that that was what "it" was after he'd allowed himself to be covered in figgy pudding.

He led Nadia into the shower bay and turned on several nozzles, standing under the water and grinning like a complete idiot.

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Nadia face-palmed, but set her backpack and mallet to one side and walked over to him.

"Dumbass."

Walter reached out to pull her under the water, since she was pudding-y, too. Of course, she could pull away, but hey, wet together...

"It was an assignment. I wasn't supposed to tell."

Nadia didn't bother pulling away, especially now that bits of actual Walter were becoming visible under all the pudding.

"An assignment. I probably should have guessed. For Artie's workshop?"

"Yes. Dada for a day." Walter wiped pudding off his face and wrinkled his nose. "It's almost the exact opposite of my butler training."

"Well, I guess I won't run to call Alfred on you, then," Nadia said with a grin, as she started helping him wipe pudding off of himself. "Jamie and Tim are in the class, too?"

"Yes. We must have all realized we were running out of time to do our homework at the same time." He pulled off his tie and dropped it and his squelchy waistcoat on the shower floor. "Thanks for putting up with me."

Nadia nodded. "You're welcome." Then she hit him. "I was worried!"

"Now you know how I felt when you and Blair were agents of The Man." Walter rubbed his arm and made an exaggerated owie face at her.

Nadia pouted at him. "It's funny when I do it. . . ."

"So you say," Walter said, brushing his thumb over her pouty lower lip. "But you didn't even have the excuse of a class assignment."

"But I told you what was going on." Nadia pointed out, despite the fact that she was well aware she'd taken awhile to do it, and only when Pippi started trying to hit Blair with a chair.

Her expression grew serious. "I thought you might have been possessed again."

He sobered immediately, because that was no laughing matter. "I'm sorry for that. Will you forgive me?"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't still be standing here." Nadia wiped some of the hair out of his face. "Just don't do it again, okay? Not without warning me?"

Walter smiled and wiped pudding-y water out of his eyes. "The assignment wasn't to tell anyone, but I promise you that if it comes up again, I'll warn you."

Nadia smiled back. "Good. Because if you don't, next time you get the mallet right off the bat." She pulled her poncho off over her head, now that she wasn't likely to get pudding in her hair while doing it. "How about this? If either of us decide to do something like that on purpose, we warn each other. Then if we're acting weird but we haven't given any warning, we'll know it's a problem."

Walter nodded without hesitation. "It's a deal. Any planned weirdness, I'll be certain to tell you."

Although this had reaped unexpected benefits, he noted as the poncho came off and they were still standing together under warm shower spray.

"And you're free to use the mallet on me if I don't."

Nadia nodded. "Damn right." Not that she expected to have any reason to use her mallet on Walter any time soon.

"And, seriously, where the hell did you come up with Fishgrenade? It always makes me think of lazy fishermen using explosives to kill all the fish in the water."

Walter laughed and shook his head like a wet dog, sending water and a little bit of pudding flying. "I don't know. Everyone was coming up with names that sounded silly and I just put a couple of words together. It must have worked, though. I think any time you can out-weird Artie, you're doing well."

"There is that. . . ."

Nadia tilted her head. "You know, you're never going to get all that pudding out of your hair without help." She reached up a hand to run through his hair and pulled out a bit of fig. "Think we can find some shampoo down here?"

"I think so." Walter tilted his head to unconsciously mirror Nadia. "The trick is going to be what to do after I get the pudding out of my hair. My clothes are rather soaked as well."

"Hm. I'm sure we could think of something. I seem to have gotten soaked as well."

"I can think of many somethings," Walter said just loudly enough to be heard over the sound of the water. "I bet there aren't even surveillance cameras in here, what with showers and all..."

"So . . . we could do almost anything." Nadia shrugged. "Though I have detention on Saturday anyway, so I guess another mark on my record wouldn't hurt."

Walter was working on his shirt buttons, a much more difficult task when wet. He cocked his head at Nadia. "When did you get detention?"

Nadia, being the good girlfriend she was, started helping with the buttons. "Today in the How to be an Entertainer workshop. I'm beginning to think that GOB isn't a satirical genius after all. He might actually think that way."

It was obvious from her tone that this was a great disappointment to her.

"That guy gave you detention? What did you do, heckle him?"

What a good girlfriend he had. He left off with his buttons and leaned his head back to try to scrub more fig out of his hair.

And if that image right there wasn't hotness personified, Nadia didn't know what was.

"I just did a friendly imitation of one of his acts."

Okay, maybe the sombrero had been a little bit of overkill.

"A friendly imitation?" Walter was finding fig everywhere, so he talked toward the ceiling ~~allowing the mun to be completely shameless~~. "That doesn't sound like something you should get detention for. There wasn't anything else?"

Having gotten all the buttons open, Nadia was now slowly pulling his shirt off.

She was . . . a tiny bit distracted from the conversation.

"Something about jumping the gun? Apparently we won't be doing ventriloquism for awhile, whatever that is. And he didn't like strong language." Nadia ran a hand over his bare chest to wipe away some of the pudding that was now dripping down him. "He might actually be a cutre."

Walter caught his breath and put a hand over Nadia's, completely forgetting what they were talking about.

What were they talking about? Oh yeah.

"Just what is a cutre anyway?"

Nadia was pretty sure they'd had this conversation. But she couldn't remember when. She stared at their hands on his chest.

"Stupid. Idiot. Like 'dumbass', only not in a nice way."

Why were they still talking? There were better things she could be doing with her lips. She leaned forward and kissed his chest above their hands.

Talking? No, not important after all. Walter kissed the top of Nadia's head and started to help her with her soaking wet shirt.

Anything after that would be hidden by a well-timed fade to black.

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