Saturday
After the play -- during which Xander noticed Molly was not, in fact, twelve, was somehow convinced to wear the squeaky leather after all, and then suddenly became decidedly not himself -- Xander, freshly showerinated and thus most assuredly deleatherated, headed out of 406 on a quest for snacks. As you do.
And said sure, why not, to going along on an Adventure. Because that always works out well.