MCA0: Sunday night

[needsaparrot]

You know what you should probably take away from an almost-six year old person who, after a very busy day (and a very busy week) has already had dinner and dessert?

A phone that makes Twinkies.

For several reasons, all of them obvious.

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[OOC: Making a specific call, but open for anybody who wants weetiny Xander to ring them.]

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[needsaparrot]

"I didn't like her." Xander could vaguely recall getting kicked in the shin, plus there was lots of yelling. "She was mean."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Very mean. But we made her go away." Parker grinned. "And Bridge will keep you safe from her always, so that's good. And you'll... hunh." She cocked her head. "What are you gonna do? Keep him safe too?"

[needsaparrot]

"Yeah-huh. That's my job."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Parker said, voice softening as she looked back into her hotel room at the guy sleeping there. "That's what married people do." She took a breath. "And friends! When they need it. So yeah." Tilting her head, she asked, "Want me to send you a pizza? Wherever you are right now?"

[needsaparrot]

"I'm inna livingroom!"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker snickered. "Okay, never mind. But tell Bridge that a kitten is the least you guys can expect." She yawned again. "It is 4am here, just in case he asks."