[For Matt]

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Daphne had never spent much time in the rec room. She found it too confining and, with the weather being what it was, far too crowded. But not even the fastest person on the planet could run all of the time and so the evening found her curled under a thick fleece blanket on one of the rec room couches, an illustrated copy of L. Frank Baum's The

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"You talking to me or Dorothy?" Matt asked wryly when he walked in, lingering slightly at the door when he saw Daphne. He still wasn't sure how well this whole thing with her was going to turn out, but despite it all, he really did want to try. Even it did just seem to be asking for trouble.

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"I don't know," said Daphne wryly, her eyes flicking up from the page, "it'd be pretty weird if I was calling you kid what with the..." She trailed off and gestured to her temples, a reference to Matt's graying hair.

Her own hair was tied into two low pigtails, her bangs occasionally falling into her eyes. She would need a trim soon, but for the meantime it was little more than a small annoyance. Her finger marking the page, she closed the book and offered Matt a smile. Without realizing it, her eyes darted somewhere over his head, fixed upon the mistletoe she knew was tacked there. A sudden flush colored her cheeks as her mind wandered and she ducked her head quickly, hiding the movement by brushing aside her bangs.

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"Gee, thanks," Matt said, rolling his eyes but flashing her a small, tight smile. Then he noticed her blush and frowned slightly as he ran a hand across his hair in a mostly unconscious gesture. "What?" he asked, a little defensively.

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"Nothing," she lied. Unfortunately, her line of sight quickly betrayed her, as her eyes once again found their way to the damned mistletoe. The blush deepened.

Get a grip, Millbrook, she mentally scolded herself.