Room 415, Saturday Afternoon

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Typical sort of Saturday, for the most part: her workout, a call to her Watcher, a shower, and some downtime, except for the part where the call had been really short and left Kennedy scowling slightly at her phone. If Kennedy didn't know better-- if she wasn't so convinced that Constance was too, well, Constance to ever freak out about anything

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"Do you want to run into town?" Tara asked from the doorway. "I have a wicked Mooby fry craving."

She'd been in a good mood all week, and she still sounded cheerful. But if there was fast food with her girlfriend in her immediate future ... well, her baseline cheerfulness would kick up a notch.

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"It's almost like you read my mind," Kennedy teased, looking up from her book. "Hi. Can we get shakes and burgers to go with them? Because if we can, then I am totally on board."

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"I suppose," Tara sighed, a laugh bubbling under her tone as she pretended to sound very, very put out. "But no kid's meal, okay? A toy would just be going crazy."

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"Aw, but." Kennedy, scrambling up off the bed to find her shoes, gave Tara a sad, exaggerated pout, although there was a definite spark of mischief in her eyes. "I really wanted a little goofy plastic thing too."

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Tara started to laugh even as she leaned into kiss away that incredibly woeful pout. "Awwww," she said. "Maybe? I mean, the little stuffed animal ones ... those can be pretty hard to resist. I might need a kid's meal if it's the time of year for those."

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The pout still worked exactly the way it was meant to, then. Awesome; Kennedy reached up to wrap an arm around Tara's neck.

"I think it might be? Only one way to find out, though." Trying to kiss her girlfriend and put her shoes on at the same time was tricky, but damn if she wasn't trying it. "You're still in the best mood ever, huh?"

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"... a little, yeah," Tara admitted, and (after a very nice kiss) pulled back so Kennedy could finish getting her shoes on. "I'm not getting annoying with it, am I?"

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"Nah. It's adorable," Kennedy replied promptly. "I love seeing you this happy."

Both feet crammed into her shoes, she knelt to lace them up, grinning up at Tara. "Totally worth getting kinda grilled, by the way."

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Tara groaned. "She was having fun," she defended, albeit meekly. "I mean ... I don't think she ever thought she'd meet somebody I was seeing, you know? So she was trying to get it all out at once. It wasn't that bad."

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Kennedy laughed as she hopped to her feet again, reaching out to playfully put a finger against Tara's lips. "Hey, hey, chill, babe. I wasn't complaining. Hell, it was kind of awesome, actually. And I really, really like her."

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"I'm so glad," Tara said, reaching up to interlace her fingers with Kennedy's. "I mean ... I know she lives really far from here, and ... everything."

Like, graduation was less than two months away, and who knew what would happen then. That kind of everything.

"But I was hoping you'd like her. I'm glad she came with Raven I was worried she'd, y'know, freak about the demon thing there."

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Yeah, that kind of everything. The still-not-fun-to-think-about everything.

"All that stuff I said wasn't just to make an impression, y'know." Kennedy squeezed her hand lightly. "Your mom is awesome, and I think she actually likes me, and she was okay with the demon thing, huh? See above re: awesome."

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"She liked you," Tara agreed, beaming. "Of course she liked you. Come on, who wouldn't?"

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"People with questionable taste," Kennedy declared brashly. "Or overprotective parents. Or... point is, I can think of people, and this is one of the rare cases where I would've felt bad if she hadn't."

She reached out to snag a jacket with her free hand. "Not the case, though, so yay, and extra yay because you've been smiling like crazy, like, all week since."

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"She's my mom," Tara said smugly. "Of course she has good taste."

Shrugging a little, she waited for Kennedy to sip up her coat. "So what else have you been up to while I was, y'know, floating around on not-literal clouds?"

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"I took up crocheting," Kennedy replied, deadpan, as she adjusted her jacket collar.

"...okay, I just finally mastered the art of doing pushups and clapping in between 'em."

Which she was ridiculously proud of, given that grin.