SPD HQ Maintenance Bay, Xander's Workshop: July 31st, 2029

[needsaparrot]

Funny how in THE FUTURE (unlike Sunnydale, it was worth noting for anybody thinking about relocation) helping save the world and cleaning up afterward enough times eventually got you slightly better living quarters -- and possibly more important to somebody with Xander's current issues, a place besides under the bed to put your not dirty tools and

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[bridge_carson]

Funny how Bridge knew exactly where Xander would be- admittedly, it wasn't that unreasonable a guess even if they hadn't been in the midst of preparing-for-baby-delivery, but.

"What is this, now?" he said as he dodged a particularly precarious looking pile of planks. "Number twelve?" A beat. "No, thirteen." Yes, he'd been keeping track.

[needsaparrot]

Xander paused his plane halfway down a runner, a long wood shaving sproinging down like the world's longest curly fry (look, he was hungry, okay?) over one hand.

"Thirteen? Seriously? Dammit." He flicked the debris away, shoved the whole project after it to the discard end of his table, then reached for a new piece of wood.

[bridge_carson]

"Well, fourteen now," Bridge pointed out. "Although I'm still not sure what was wrong with any of the rest of them?" he added hesitantly. Of course, he wasn't a carpenter, so if Xander said they weren't right then they weren't right, but they'd still looked...

He was just gonna ignore the pile of paint chips currently on their dining room table and the fact that he'd repainted the baby's room in four different shades of green over the past two weeks.

[needsaparrot]

"I grew up in Sunnydale." Xander waved a hand as if that explained everything. Which it kind of did. "I'm not giving our kid the thirteenth of anything."

[izzyalienqueen]

Oh look! A ringing phone! Wonder who that could be?

[needsaparrot]

"Harris-Carson Vegan Barbecue, Carwash, Tax Preparation and Flamenco-Dancing Academy; will this be for pick-up or delivery?"

Someday Xander was going to answer the phone like that without checking the caller ID, and then... Commander Cruger's opinion of his sanity wasn't going to change one fraction of a crumb of an iota, let's face it.

[izzyalienqueen]

"Delivery," Isabel said without missing a beat. "An order of ribs, a side of slaw and some corn bread please."

"Or you can just tell me how the baby watch is going."

[needsaparrot]

"No delivery on that one yet. Still baking."

Xander was, for the record, thinking pizza, not cookie dough. Never, never cookie dough, and he never, never needed to hear that story, Buffy.

"Should be done... sometime in October?"