Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had gotten a package. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten a random package that wasn't something she'd ordered.

But it was from a former boss (and not one that she'd killed slept with stopped talking to on bad terms), so she figured it was okay.

Inside were a few CDs from Lucas, and a tupperware container with an extra note on it:

Hey, little former music babe,

Lucas says you used to totally dig the secret recipe of my brownies, so I thought I'd make sure you got some more for old times sake. Try not to watch any Gwar videos when you eat them.

Keep it cool,

Eddie

Her eyes widened.

Eddie's special brownies.

SCORE!

So now she was bopping around to an odd harpsichord playing musician who sounded kind of like a cross between Betty Boop and a cat screeching but was mysteriously catchy, and eating her some good brownies.

[ooc: open. Yes, those are Eddie's special brownies. Secret ingredient: "lots of sugar". Your character may or may not recognize them for what they are, Nadia may or may not tell your character what they are, I leave that up to you]

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. "Sex is good. Very good. I've been wanting to do that a lot, lately. But since Walter was all in a huff and out on the preserve, I couldn't, and then he was all high on something, but then we did. And it was really good, then."

[demonbelthazor]

"I've been doing it a lot lately," Bel said, and then, since he felt he had to clarify, he added, "With Phoebe."

[nadiathesaint]

"That's cool, that's cool, that's very cool," Cool was a fun word. She . . . wriggled a bit in her seat. "But 'sweird, you know, I've been hornier than ever since . . . I dunno, this weekend."

[demonbelthazor]

"Me too," Bel grinned. "Maybe it's something in the water."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia thought about this. "But wouldn't we all be screwing like bunnies if that were true? We all drink the water,"

[demonbelthazor]

"Maybe everyone is screwing like bunnies," Bel said solemnly. "We should ask the squirrels."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was thinking she should be screwing like a bunny. I mean, if everyone else was doing it. . . .

"No, the squirrels can't be trusted. . . ."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel looked around shiftily. "You're right," he said. "Maybe we should start spreading rumors about their love lives."

[nadiathesaint]

"The question is," Nadia pondered. "Would anyone care? . . . Other than other squirrels."

[demonbelthazor]

"The wee tiny bunnies?" Bel suggested.

[nadiathesaint]

"Ooooooo. We could start a weetiny bunny gossip grapevine! But I don't speak Bunny."

[demonbelthazor]

"Maybe there's a spell?" Bel giggled. "We could look in the Book of Shadows." Oh, there was a bad idea waiting to happen.

[nadiathesaint]

"Oooooo! Then I wouldn't have to study any languages any more ever! I could just talk to people! That's a brilliant idea!"

[demonbelthazor]

"Uh huh!" Bel said, nodding eagerly. "I bet there's a spell for anything in there."

[nadiathesaint]

"We should totally go check." If she could manage to get off the couch, which might take some doing. "In a little bit."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel slid down the wall, giggling. "In a bit," he agreed.

[nadiathesaint]

"You're funny. That's kinda new."

[demonbelthazor]

"I don't know why!" Bel flailed happily.

[nadiathesaint]

"Maybe it's 'cause you were dead but now you aren't?"