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After hitting the brunch to save the Teal Deer yesterday morning and talking with Blair about environmental activism and brainsucking (as you do) and Callisto and Angela about scrapbooking (as you... well, no, you don't actually do if you don't actually want to get killinated by Angel and Marty, but talking is still pretty much okay) Xander had checked his e-mail in the afternoon to find a message about Molly's birthday. Unlike the one informing him of Jaye's party, he hadn't been busy trying to avoid going to hell when it arrived, and so was forewarned, and after some quality handwavied NPC shopping time, forearmed. Thus, presents, which sat, relatively neatly wrapped in terms of there being no visible rips in the paper except for that one that he covered pretty well with the scotch tape, yeah, on the desk next to his laptop.

Now, yawning, he puttered about the room preparing to head off for Shop.

[open for Teh Roomie yay, or for all your later 406 needs]

Normal people don't get up hours before they have to be in detention just to pick out what clothes they're gonna wear, do they?⁽¹⁾

Normal people probably wouldn't choose the color of their shirt based on what might seem to be ulterior motives, either.

And they definitely wouldn't spend the next couple of hours quietly playing Spider Solitaire and vaguely fretting that the guy running detention might be disappointed in them for landing there.⁽²⁾

So it's a good thing Xander didn't do any of that. Yup.
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⁽¹⁾ Well, Willow would, but that'd be mostly to keep her from freaking out over ZOMG a detention, now I'll never get into Oxford!oneoneoneexclamationpoint. Only without the ones.
⁽²⁾ Well, Willow would, but...
⁽³⁾ Well, aside from the sudden freaky channel-changing powers, but those are, like, sorta useful, so Xander doesn't expect them to last long.