fandomhighdorms | Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

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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And Bel promptly lost his balance and fell giggling to the floor.

"Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," Anders protested, giggling even harder, like it was a contest or something. "You're squashing me! Kinda used to it, but thought you weren't gonna do that any more!"

Eeeeeee. Bel pushed away from Anders. "No, no, no . . . that!"

Anders was so not above puppydog-facing him, but for some reason he was shoving Bel back. "But I miss iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit," he said plaintively, in odd contrast to his Bel-repelling efforts.

"Don't wanna die!" Bel flailed a little. Still giggling.

Anders reached over and poked him in the side, which was hard to do when he was giggling too hard to see straight.

So to speak.

"Nobody's gonna kill you for it! Don't want you to die either!"

"You, me," Bel gestured with his fingers. "Phoebe kill."

"But, but, but . . ." Anders pouted. "She loves you. An' she thinks I'm cute. An' cuddly."

Bel whapped Anders. "No being cute and cuddly! My Phoebe!"

"But!" Anders whapped him right back. "I am cute and cuddly and you know it!"

"I'm cuddly," Bel announced, giggling.

Anders rolled over and flopped an arm across Bel's stomach. "I knowwwwwwwwwww. But you never used to let me cuddle."

"The Source of All Evil does not cuddle!" Bel flailed.

"But you're not the Source," Anders pointed out, flailing in sync. "And you totally cuddle. I know, 'cause I felt you doin' it!"

"Nuh uh!" Bel said.

"Uh huh!" Anders insisted. And totally tried to glomp him.

"Tickles!" Bel wailed, giggling madly.

"'s what you get," Anders told him through his own giggles. "See, you're totally cuddly."

"Maybe I absorbed that from the Wastelands, too," Bel said. "The power of cuddly!"

"An' cute," Anders said, and tried to glomp him again. "Don't forget that."

"I was already cute," Bel insisted.

"No frakkin' duh," Anders snorted. "You think I didn't notice? But still!"

He wriggled up a little bit and peered at Bel's face from close range. "I think you got cuter."

"The tongues liked me," Bel blurted out.

"Uh huh." Anders nodded sagely and tried to lick Bel's arm. "That's 'cause you taste good."

Bel giggled. "Demon. The other white meat."

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