Room 121, Monday evening

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Xander was...sort of packing. In that way where he was straightening stuff up and putting it in boxes while pretending that maybe it was just because he needed more room and was going to shove all the boxes under the bed. Except not, but there was always the chance. Except not.

[For willbedone and the b-word-person. NFB due to omg sekrits.]

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"Oh, hi Bridge too!" The phone moved away from Willow's voice in a way that Xander could tell meant she was waving at it. And then moved closer in a way that he could tell meant she was pretending she hadn't waved at it. "Are you having a party and invited proxy-me because I couldn't be there? That's kind of cool in a weird way..."

Xander waited until she ran out of words before he said, "Party not so much, no. More like we need to have a talk about rats."

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Ten minutes and a lot of inner-ear damage later, Amy's terrarium was sitting on the desk, right next to his open phone with the speaker turned up. "Okay, everybody stand back - I think we've got the bugs worked out of this, but it never hurts to stay out of suck-in range," Willow's voice said over the tiny speaker.

And then there was something in Latin, and then there was something purple and shiny pouring out of the phone, and then there was an empty desk where there used to be a rat cage.

Xander paused for a moment, then reached gingerly for the phone. "You've got her?"

"GOT HER!"

Ow. Speaker. "Ow. Speaker."

"Sorry!" Willow lowered her voice. "Got her, yep. I'll take her to, um, herself, in the morning, and once it's done, we shouldn't have much problem getting her home, if we're all working together."

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"Thanks, me!" Willow shouted.

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Xander just held the phone away from his ear so that the "YOU'RE WELCOME, ME!" he knew was coming didn't completely kill what was left of his hearing.