Room 406, evening

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It was Saturday night. Which meant Isabel was curled up with popcorn watching a bad Skiffy movie.

"This has to be a new record," she told the TV. "Thirty minutes in and still no sign of a plot."

The door was open.

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"Oh no!" Wyatt said, dismayed. "Why do they always kill the hookers? Won't someone think of them?"

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"There wasn't a cute, lovable puppy available," Isabel pointed out. "She was the next best victim."

The snakes were all dead but there was still eighteen minutes left in the movie.

"I bet breakfast in bed that the momma snake turns up in the next two minutes."

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Wyatt snorted. "Like I'm taking that sucker bet."

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"Damn. And here I was hoping for coffee and bagels."

Yes. There was pouting.

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Wyatt turned his head to nuzzle her neck. "That can be arranged outside of a bet," he said.

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"Yeah?" she murmured, tilting her head.

Giant snake? What giant snake?

"How do I do that?"

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Oh, Wyatt had a giant snake for her, heh heh heh.

"I'm sure you can think of something," he grinned, trailing kisses down her shoulder.

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And it was so much more realistic then the CGI nightmare on the screen at that.

"I'm sure I can. But it might involve missing the big finish."

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"We can let the snake has his or her say first," Wyatt said.

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"Which one?" Isabel asked with a sly grin.

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Wyatt grinned back, sticking his tongue between his teeth. "Diiiiirty," he said.

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She'd obviously been spending way too much time with Wyatt. "Oh so very," she promised.

A wave of her hand and the TV turned off.