MCA0, Sunday night

[needsaparrot]

Xander's in the kitchen, being thinky. And cooking. Which mostly consists of poking at the food synthesizer to see what wacky-but-still-edible things he can get it to make, since he knows better than to trust himself with an actual stovetop while engaging in thinkiness.

It's not bad thinkiness, necessarily - despite the construction project being over, and the last week of it being tainted with Umbridge-related nastiness, they had put the school back together. And Umbridge was gone. Resoundingly, loudly gone. Yay.

But other people are going to be gone too, which less with the yay. And, well. Thinky.
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[OOC: for the less-than-pleased BF]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

While Bridge does have a key, he still feels kind of weird just letting himself in to Xander's apartment. Which is why, after finally getting a chance to listen to last night's radio podcast, Bridge is here and rapping impatiently on the door.

[needsaparrot]

Xander turns away from his latest wierd-concoction-request -- frozen bananas and Magic Shell, still in the process of concocting -- and goes to answer the door.

"Hey."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You." He emphasises this word with a poke to Xander's chest. "Are. Such. An. Idiot." Poke, poke, poke, poke.

[needsaparrot]

"....I love you too?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You were *there*," Bridge says with a scowl. "Last night. When they got rid of Umbridge. You were there and you didn't tell me and you *knew* it was going to happen and that's why you said what you did on Friday and what if you'd gotten hurt?"

[needsaparrot]

"...Want a frozen banana with chocolate coating?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ooh, yes," Bridge says, and then waves a finger at Xander. "And don't think I don't know that you're trying to change the subject!"

[needsaparrot]

Damn. "I have no idea what you're talking about." Xander walks towards the kitchen and beckons Bridge to follow.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Bridge says, following. "Remember earlier this year when you said you preferred it when people told you about potentially dangerous stuff *before* they went ahead and did it? Because then you could worry then and not spaz after?"

[needsaparrot]

Ouch. "Yeah. I know." Xander pulls the replicator open and slides out a tray of chocolate-covered bananas. Though it seems to have added unrequested caramel sauce. He turns around and sets it on the table. "I'm sorry. This was just... we were supposed to be keeping our mouths shut to keep you guys safe."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge can't help but smile at the sight of the chocolate-caramel-bananas. "I wouldn't have gone, if you'd asked me not to. And I know you asked me not to go see Umbridge and I went anyway and that *was* stupid, but if you'd told me about this and that there were all those other people going too and that you had a *plan*, it would have been fine. Well, not *fine* because I'd still be worrying but better than finding out from the radio and not *knowing*." He says seriously, looking back up at Xander.

[needsaparrot]

"I didn't know how much of a plan there was until Friday night, or who all was going," Xander counters defensively, then sighs, because yeah, he gets it. "But.... yeah, I don't like keeping stuff from you. "

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I know," Bridge deflates. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be all... yelly. I just worry."

[needsaparrot]

Xander slides over the plate of frozen bananas. "I know you can take care of yourself. Hell, you've got powers, you're a trained fighter, and I'm a guy who can swing an axe at things as long as they don't come at me from my bad side."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge frowns at that as he attacks a banana with a fork. "Don't sell yourself short. You're the one who rescued *me* when Gruumm had Z and me, remember?"

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, I'm great at protecting you when you're tied up and blindfolded." Xander cuts the end off a banana then waves his fork to show that he's not quite as bitter as that might've come out. "I mean, I hang with Slayers and witches. I'm used to my friends being better at kicking ass than I am. I just... if I have the chance to take care of you, it's hard not to take it."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I can understand that," Bridge swirls a piece of banana in some of the caramel sauce before munching thoughtfully. "Just... no more keeping stuff from each other? If we can avoid it?"

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah, I'm down with that." Xander takes another bite and suddenly makes a face that doesn't quite go with the sentiment. "....okay, half of this banana tastes like bananas? And the other half tastes like mango chutney."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"...And I'm guessing that wasn't on purpose," Bridge says.

[needsaparrot]

"I don't remember pressing the chutney button, no." Not that he knows which is the chutney button.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Do you even know which button is the chutney button?"

[needsaparrot]

"The only buttons I'm absolutely sure of are the Cheerios button and the Neapolitan ice cream."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"What about chocolate juice?" Bridge asks with a grin.

[needsaparrot]

"That's two buttons. One for the chocolate and one for the juice."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"See, you're practically an expert," Bridge says with a wave of his hand. "Who needs all that other stuff?"