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It's not exactly flowers and candles. Xander can do flowers and candles, and honestly he's the type who would, if Bridge were a girl. But he's not, and there's all this buzzing in Xander's brain when he asks himself if guys do stuff like that for themselves or just for girls in which case no, and if he's the kind of guy who just might be an exception to that, does it make him way too girly in a way that has nothing to do with the fact that he's dating a guy? So yeah, not so much because it makes his head hurt.

There's glitter, though. He really can't escape that, considering he's vacuumed three times and it's still twinkling in the carpet. There's also takeout from Ching Tai on the counter, something tall-ish in the corner with a sheet thrown over it, and music - not Steely Dan, it might confuse the frog - playing. Because he's fairly confident that guys can do music and still be guys.

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[For Bridge; I know y'all are shocked omg.]

[Look, it's still morning somewhere okay? Okay then. Also: * which might be near to a Private Spot On The Beach but not within visual range omg!]

There's a tent. And there are people in it.

Only two, though. It's a pretty small tent.
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[OOC: Does that NWS-approaching-with-much-vagueness thing.]

"Okay, so, it smells like burntness?" Xander says as he opens the door to go in after Scoobying. "But that is not in fact the thing I did. Well, it's a thing I did, but it would be the thing I did before I did the thing I did. We could call it the Test Thing.

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[locked, at least for the moment, zomg]