Flamingo A-4, Thursday evening

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander is sitting on his bed cross-legged, laptop open in front of him. That owl thing was...yeah, ok, it had to be said - for the birds, so even if it means he has to trek up to school to actually send it, his next letter out is going by e-mail. Which he can at least compose here.

Dear Willow

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[bridge_carson]

A knock, followed by a "Hi!" and a Bridge peering in to the alcove.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hey!" Xander moves the computer aside. "What's up?"

[bridge_carson]

"Not much," Bridge shrugs. "Um. I was thinking. Did you want to maybe... go somewhere tonight? Somewhere with, you know, walls that reach all the way to the ceiling?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander raises an eyebrow. "I'm assuming you're not talking 'walls that reach all the way to the ceiling and also a waiter and a salad bar' here."