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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"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.