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Room 406, Tuesday Evening

Figuring that watching movies on the laptop would require a bit too much togetherness for four people, Isabel had ~~handwavily~~ borrowed Jack's TV and DVD player. They're set up on Xander's old desk along with a bowl of popcorn and a plate of brownies. The fridge is stocked with sodas and bottled water. The DVDs arrived this morning. All that's needed is for the guests to arrive.

[ooc: locked to the double date people please. Vaguely slowish until about 7:30.]

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"I could, since I know you all appreciate it," Greg said in a slightly more Australian accent. The sad thing was that he totally thought it was the same one as earlier.

"You could be a cowboy," Willow said to Peter. "Greg could go 'what what?' and you could reply with 'y'all'."

"Ah s'pose Ah could," Peter said in a very, very bad cowboy accent. "Then we'd go out an' protect the cattle from th' rustlers."

Willow? Really should not have been drinking just then.

Soda up the nose.

Peter patted Willow on the back, trying not to laugh. "Are you going to survive?" he asked, back in his normal accent. "Should we take the soda away from you?"

Willow handed her soda to Peter so she wouldn't spill it. She then pinched the bridge of her nose, still giggling. "Ow. Ow. Bubbles in sinuses is a totally weird feeling."

"Don't you hate that?" Isabel asked, wrinkling her nose. "It's part tickle, part pain. But definitely weird."

"Especially when you think they're going up into your eyeballs," Willow agreed.

"Don't ever let it happen when you're drinking an ice cream soda laced with Tabasco. That brings it up to a whole new level of OW!" she said seriously.

"Yeah, I can see how that would be - " Willow trailed off. "Wait, what?"

"It's an alien thing," Isabel shrugged. "We like things with strong flavors, particularly spicy stuff. And spicy with sweet is even better. I wouldn't recommend trying it yourself though, just ask Greg."

"I thought my tongue was going to fall off," Greg said, nodding. "I was all, 'Hey, why don't I be sweet and romantic and eat what she's eating,' and I've learned that that's really kind of a stupid idea. It's not romantic or exotic. It's kind of the opposite."

"You should've tried tea," Willow said. "Tea makes everything better."

"Tea's kind of ick," Greg commented, wrinking his nose.

Peter may have been slightly aghast. Slightly may be a British understatement. "Have you ever had real tea?" he asked.

"Um, yeah," Greg said. "Like Lipton and Nestea and stuff."

"That's not... real tea," Peter said distastefully. "I'm tempted to go make a pot now, but the movie's playing."

"It's okay, sweetie," Willow said, patting Peter on the leg. "Greg didn't mean to insult the tea's feelings."

"Would you've believe I've never had a proper tea either?" Isabel sighed, "We're just deprived on this side of the Atlantic."

Peter shook his head. "That truly is sad. I shall have to make you both tea one day soon. I'm fairly certain I couldn't manage a high tea, but a regular tea, at least, could be done."