Fifth floor common room, Tuesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

After the buzz of yesterday, Nadia was feeling a bit gloomy again. She'd managed to get herself some soup without too much "I can only use one arm!" trauma, and that, combined with some hot chocolate, was working wonders for her ability to pretend it wasn't effin' freezing outside

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[walter_n_wires]

Walter wandered up with his electric blanket in preparation for girlfriend-hassling duties.

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

[nadiathesaint]

Tired of people asking that,

"Okay, I guess. I made soup."

[walter_n_wires]

"Can I get you anything?" Walter asked while he plugged in the blanket. "It's my turn." And he far preferred being the one doing the taking care of, rather than being on the receving end.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "I'm sure I'll think of something, but I'm okay right now."

[walter_n_wires]

"That's good." He sat down next to her and pulled the blanket over his legs, holding up the edge for her if she wanted it.

"Do you know what Snoopy dancing looks like?"

[nadiathesaint]

Oooo, warmth. And an excuse to cuddle. Like she'd turn that down.

"Nope. What's a snoopy?"

[walter_n_wires]

"I'm still not sure," Walter admitted, happily getting settled against her. "It has something to do with Christmas specials. Not that I'm altogether sure what those are...."

[nadiathesaint]

"TV shows about Christmas. Like the rum drinking reindeer one that was on last week."

[walter_n_wires]

"I missed that. Rum drinking reindeer?" That made almost exactly no sense. "Well, Willow said that Xander would Snoopy dance for her, and she wanted someone to do it for her because he isn't here."

[nadiathesaint]

"Well, if someone were to show me, I'd probably be able to do it. But I don't know what it's supposed to look like. May be El Professor knows?"

[walter_n_wires]

"What kind of Dance teacher would he be if he didn't know a dance?"

[nadiathesaint]

The kind that spends their time hunting drug dealers in Mexico?

". . . True."