Apparently the weekend --
exits and entrances,
expected parties and
unexpected reappearances,
applause and
explosions, and...
brunch,
as you do -- had finally caught up with Xander, because he was nursing one of those hide-behind-the-eyepatch headaches. He'd already taken something for it, but that was just keeping the dull throb from creeping out into the rest of his head.
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[OOC: for someone with a festive umbrella. No, not you, Jamie.]