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"Hey," Xander said and jerked a finger across the room in Wesley's direction. "While the kid is here he will eat like a proper American. It might give him a heart attack or kill him when he's thirty, but that's the price we pay for processed cheese."

LIKE I'M WRITING THIS FIC. AND I AM REMEMBER SUDDENLY WHY I LOVE WRITING THESE CHARACTERS.