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[xan_shaped]

Xander is sore.

SORE.

That's the absolute last time he holds the punching bag for baby Slayers.

... You know. Until the next time Buffy asks him.

Besides, now that he's sidled up to Bar and gotten a milkshake to recuperate with, his outlook on life is getting rosier.

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[mollyprewett]

"What's that you're drinking?" Molly asks curiously, eyeing the milkshake. She was just about to order tea, but now she's curious.

Just ignore the fact that she's dressed for bed and wearing a purple dressing gown.

[mollyprewett]

"And yours," Molly agrees. "And I owe you BIG for introducing me to this milkshake."

[xan_shaped]

A grin.

"No need to thank me," he says. "My reward is in sharing my knowledge with others."

[mollyprewett]

She laughs and finsihes off her own milkshake, wiping the resulting mustache away with the sleeve of her robe.

"I shall dutifully go forth and spread the word," she promises. "But for now, I think i must me getting back to school. It was nice meeting you again, Xander Harris."

[xan_shaped]

He salutes her.

"Preach it, Prewett," he says, grinning. "Hope I catch you again."