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Room 406, all day

It hadn't been a bad last week in Fandom. Between being social, seals, presents, and reality TV, it was certainly memorable. Even if the good-byes weren't so much fun.

There wasn't much left to pack. But Isabel was taking her time doing it.

The door was open.

[OOC: Good-bye post. *sniffles* Assume handwavey phone calls. ETA: Random bouts of SP for the rest of the afternoon due to RL.]

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"Wow," Isabel said. "This is odd. It's like when I came here. Only completely reversed."

"I'm not flashing you," Xander replied immediately. "I mean I would, for old times' sake, but Bridge would frown."

"You have to admit it was a hell of a first impression." Even though the thought of that morning still made her turn pink.

"Are you sure you're not a hallucination?" Xander reached over towards her arm with a poky-finger.

"I can check you for gremlin bites, just to be sure," she offered, holding out her arm to be poked. "In a completely non-dirty fashion. I promise."

"...You know that has completely fallen off my list of euphemisms?" It really had. He was kind of shocked about that. "I didn't even think dirty at first. There's clearly something wrong with me."

"You're old and married before you're even old and married," Isabel laughed. "Or at least the flirt factor's been toned down significantly.

"I think it's just more focused," Xander argued. "I still get plenty dirty with Bridge."

"Which is all that matters," she grinned. "He was by earlier. He told me you wanted me to help with the wedding?"

Xander scratched his head slowly. "That's that thing where we all where ruffled shirts and powder blue tuxedos, right?"

"And big velvet bow ties," Isabel replied with the utmost seriousness.

"And bowling shoes?"

The mere idea was enough to make Isabel twitch, but she went with it. "The most multi-colored we can find."

"I'm not jumping out of the cake." He had to draw the line somewhere.

"No. And you're not allowed to smash Bridge's face into it either," she told him. "That's just tacky."

"So I need to smash it into Bridge's face?" Xander made as if to reach for a notebook to write this stuff down. Which was impeded by the following facts: a) his hands were full with something else and b) he didn't have a notebook.

"No smashing! Of any sort!" Isabel insisted. "Go for the tasteful nose smear. It's amusing, but without the greasy buttercream side effects."

"I think you need a third arm."

"Or for a slightly less drastic option I could just give you this." Xander held out the small wooden box he'd been carrying.

Within it, she'd find... well, a bunch of these, but not so neatly arranged.

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"You shouldn't have," she told him as she took the box. After spending some time admiring the feel and shape of it, Isabel opened the box and laughed. "You remembered my puzzle addiction. Thank you. This is beautiful."

Xander grinned. "Apparently one of the things you can do with a jigsaw is make jigsaw puzzles. Who knew?"

She grinned and reached out for a hug. "I didn't. Never would have guessed it either."

"I'd say I'm gonna miss you but after the 43rd panicked phone call about cufflink-size, you'd point out the irony. With something pointy. But I'm still gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you just as much," Isabel admitted. "It's not going to be the same now that I can't wander down for donuts on a Tuesday afternoon."

"Wyatt taxi service?" Xander suggested. "Not quite as shimmery as the old version, but..."

"Possibly. Back here or to where ever you guys wind up. He's going to have to go back soon isn't he?" Isabel asked.

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