3rd Floor Common Room [Friday Night]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Still leery of the energy emanating from the 2nd Floor Common Room, Bridge decides to move up a floor. He's sprawled on a couch, reading a book he'd bought from the Book Fair, with several other books spread out on the couch around him.

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders shakes his head, a little bemused. "Dude, I went book shopping. If that's not a sign of the end of the world I don't know what is."

[soldtoarmenians]

"I could list a few for you?" Xander offers. "Earthquakes, statues coming to life, things with three heads popping up out of the library floor..." He shrugs. "The world tries to end a lot where I come from."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Okay, you -- okay." Anders doesn't really know what to say to that. Hence the lack of complete sentences. A change of subject would be nice. "So, uh. Cupcake?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Mmm, cupcakes. Very much not a sign of the apocalypse." Xander picks a rather well-frosted one, and bites in happily.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders grins. "I like to think cupcakes help prevent the end of the world and if they have cupcakes on board Galactica in my future there will so not be a Cylon invasion."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Baked goods in general are highly recommended for world-saveage," Xander says, nodding. "I've never heard of an evil cupcake, muffin, or doughnut."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I consider you an expert on the subject, so I'll take your word for it." Anders scratches his head. "Unless it's the stuff I turn out in baking workshop. That might be the closest thing to evil baked goods."

[soldtoarmenians]

"An expert on baked goods, or evil?" Xander snickers. "I guess I probably qualify as both. Your workshop not going so well?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey, at least I found out that my fire extinguisher was good for something." Anders grins. Then, completely out of nowhere, he raises an eyebrow and asks, "So what's this you wrote in my yearbook about a grand slam, now?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinks, tries to remember, and when he does, coughs. *Hard.*

"Er. Joke! Of the very very jokey variety!"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Right," Anders says, nodding very slowly. In a totally and completely innocent manner. "And for a second there I kinda felt left out."

What? Sometimes it's fun not being the one on the spot.

[soldtoarmenians]

He's 99 and 44/100's percent sure his chain is being yanked, but some part of Xander still flails. "Not that I think you're serious, but I don't, um. Actually do that. The kissing other people thing."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, neither do I," Anders says quickly. "Um. Except that once, and that was a total fluke, and so never happening again. And that other time, but that so wasn't my idea. And that other other time, and that wasn't my idea either."

[soldtoarmenians]

At a certain word, Xander winces. "Yeah, flukes bad. Trust me, I now have a definite no-fluking policy."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders winces too, and nods a bit too emphatically. "Yeah, me too. No fluking. People get hurt and blow out a knee that way."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Or a piece of rebar through the ribs." He glances down, because no, he did actually learn more from that experience than 'don't get caught.' "Plus even without the emergency-room visit, people still get hurt."