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 blinked at Anders. Then at Bel. Then at Anders. "Does Phoebe know?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Y'uh-huh. 's okay," Anders assured her. "She knows. She didn't kill me. Neither did he. But I promised it wasn't gonna happen again so it's sort of a breakup!"

[nadiathesaint]

"I get it, I get it, so brownies are good for you, then. You need to get a girlfriend, I think."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I like girls," Anders said, giggling. "Boys are nice too though. Do I gotta pick?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Depends on if you can find a boy an' a girl who don't mind if you sleep with the other one. Boy or girl. That is. I think. Um."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Aw. Bel minded, and Phoebe did too even though she didn't try to kill me, so I guess I gotta find someone else. Someones elses. Yeah."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. Kind of a lot. "That's a good idea. Doesn't it suck when people don't wanna share sometimes, though?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders nodded a lot, faster for emphasis. And then faster because it was fun. And then even faster because he'd gained momentum and couldn't stop any more.

That problem was solved when he got dizzy and fell over sideways.

"It's mean of 'em. Sharing's supposed to be polite."

[nadiathesaint]

"And butlers are supposed to be polite," Nadia pointed out. And, hey, while she was pointing out things, "You're on the floor."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Uh huh. 's comfy here. You know what? We need brownies that make people polite. So they share."

[nadiathesaint]

"We do." Nadia looked sadly at the rapidly diminishing supply of brownies. "I should write Eddie and ask for more."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Oooooooooo. Ask him if he's got the sharing kind."

[nadiathesaint]

"These are the sharing kind, aren't they?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"That's a different kind of sharing, though!"

[nadiathesaint]

"Oh. Huh?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I mean the kind that make people share. Their people. The cuddly ones."

[nadiathesaint]

"Ohhhhh! Okay, I can do that."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yay!" Anders tried to bounce, but that was kind of hard when you were half-supine and mostly incapable of sitting back up any more. "You rock, Santos!"

[nadiathesaint]

"I dooooooooooo."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"So do the brownies. How come I feel like I ate a dozen when I only had like . . . two? One? Whatever goes between those?"

[nadiathesaint]

"I know. I don't think I finished my . . . counting is hard. But it wasn't that many, was it? And I haven't seen Bel eat ANY, but he's like on the FLOOR."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"That's 'cause it's nice down here!" Anders wriggled around a little, like a puppy wanting its stomach scritched. "The floor is fun."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was not one to deny one the simple pleasures, especially when stoned, so she leaned down to scritch Anders' stomach. "Yeah, but he shouldn't be stooooooooooooooned, right?'

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Never let it be said that Anders wasn't accommodating. It's totally canon. He let out a couple of goofy yips, as happy tummy-scritched puppies do. "If he wants to act like it, let 'im. It's fun!"

[nadiathesaint]

"Okay," Nadia managed through mad crazy giggles. The yapping was way too cute.