Room 406, while the radio's broadcasting

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Heard faintly through the door by anyone passing by in the hall: "WHO WAS FLIRTING AT THE WATCHER'S COUNCIL? THERE WAS NO FLIRTING! UNLESS IT WAS PIPPI AND VICTOR!"

Heard quite a bit more loudly, since Xander opened the door and stuck his head out to make sure people heard it: "THERE WAS KISSING, YES. OF PARKER!"

Xander's hair? No longer pink. No lipstick, no body-glitter, no mousse. He still has a faint line of doomed fish going up his cheek, however, a maple leaf on his forehead, and a statement about dairy products on his arm. Man, those sharpies are a bitch to scrub off.

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She might have smirked just a bit, because she had been a bit mean and evil tonight herself. But Logan deserved it. "I'll forgive you this time," she said. "I wanted to listen to it anyway."