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Jeff, God of Biscuits: Sunday morning

She'd actually slept well last night, for the first time in a month. So she might as well wreck it a little with caffiene. Parker grabbed some chocolate chip muffins and a latte, then a window booth. Gorgeous day.

[ooc: meeting a few people, but open after, and for all your Biscuit-y needs]

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Anders had no idea what the rest of his day would have in store for him. So it was probably a good thing that he decided to head down into town and have breakfast.

Or maybe not such a good thing. Who knew?

"Hey, Parker," he said with a touch of apprehension when he spotted her.

"Daisy. Pull up a chair." Parker took a sip of her latte, feeling extremely mellow. Well, for her. "Happy Sunday."

Anders brought his muffin and mocha over and sat down gingerly. "How's it going today? You get that problem of yours straightened out?"

And that's such a source of quiet relief that she smiles, feeling something like peace at the thought. "Yes. Fixed as it's ever going to be, anyway." She broke off a bite of muffin, and added, "I owe Jack and Jarod a lot for that. Although..." She rolled her eyes suddenly and smirked.

"Although?" Anders echoed, quirking an eyebrow in amused curiosity.

"They drunk-dialed me last night. And were way over-sharing about what they were up to. Dear God, I didn't need those mental images."

Anders nibbled at his muffin for a very long moment as he tried not to laugh.

Then promptly gave up that effort as futile.

"Parker, now you know my misery," he said between guffaws.

Parker stuck her tongue out at him, and said, "Oh, for the love of...." Then snickered. "Not that they were doing anything. Jarod's so straight you could set a railroad track off of him. And they can barely stand each other sometimes. But still. 'I'm wearing his pants.' Where the hell is my brain supposed to go?" She sighed, then raised an eyebrow. "So, I understand from Nadia that the Bel-feeeeeling situation isn't any closer to being resolved?"

Anders considered. "That would be kind of pretty, wouldn't it?"

Flinching back reflexively in case she tried to thwap him, he added quickly, "No. No, it's not. Gods, she and Blair were messing with him the other night and he ended up kissing me because of it, and then I ended up on top of him, and . . . yeah, it's been a mess."

There was a whap there, but it was half-hearted, and mostly missed. "Shut up shut up shut up shut up...."

"Okay, that's just beyond stupid. You guys *have* to fix that. It's really messing with Nadia too. Something, anything has to be done. Or Bel has to go into a monastery." She paused, the smirked.

"Bel. In a monastery. You have got to be kidding me," Anders snorted. Besides, he'd be no fun in there . . .

"We've gotta do something about it, yeah. But there've been . . . other things to worry about lately, too."

"Yeah, he'd have too much fun there. Bad idea," Parker said blithely, then frowned. "What other things? I've had too much going on to pick up anything new."

Anders shrugged. "Just the stuff with . . . you know, Phoebe and the pregnancy test." Not gonna be shut out. Not gonna be.

Parker stopped and did some math in her head, frowning a little. "You know it'll be at least a couple more weeks before you guys can know anything for sure, right? Anything before six weeks is problematic, at best. She could be pregnant and then not-pregnant with barely any symptoms. You guys are freaking out way too early."

"Yeah, but -- it's just a lot to think about," Anders said, worrying at the paper wrapping of his muffin. "And if my dad ever finds out, I am so dead."

Parker kicked him on the ankle-- not hard-- and said, "And you kinda deserve to be yelled at and all that, for not being more careful. But your parents will get over it. And you'll be part of it, or you won't. You sound so sure that you're the father. Do you actually want to be?"

"My dad will kill me just for sleeping with anyone," Anders replied. "And -- gods, no, I'm way too young for this, and I don't even think I should be allowed to be responsible for a kid, and what if I am? I mean, what if I have to be? I'm just worrying, I know, but . . . I've been thinking way too much about this."

"He still thinks you're a virgin?" Parker boggled. "Dear God. And yes, you have been thinking too much! Repeat after me: It will be okay. It will be fine. If it isn't, Parker will prevent my demise. Say it."

"It will be okay. It will be fine. If it isn't, Parker will prevent my demise," Anders repeated tonelessly. "And yes. My dad thinks I have no idea what sex is, much less that I've had it with . . ."

He turned slightly pale. "More people than I realized."

"Does he actually, honestly, seriously expect you to be a virgin until you get married?" Parker blinked at him disbelievingly. "Because that's just... um. I don't want to insult your dad, but 'terrifyingly unrealistic' comes to mind."

"I'm not sure it's that so much as it is that he just doesn't want to think about it," Anders said dryly. "Like there's some block there in his mind where he doesn't even want to think about his little boy doing the dirty deed at all. When I wrote home to tell him I was taking Sex Ed over the summer, I didn't get a letter back for months, and when I did it was totally avoiding the subject."

"Then I don't think he's going to kill you. Just freak." Parker grinned wickedly. "Blame him later, for not giving you any info. Or being so repressed. That should short-circuit the good rants." She shrugged, then said, "Either way, chill. Have more muffin."

Anders nodded and picked at his muffin some more, not so much eating it as making it look like it was being eaten.

"Hey," he said as something occurred to him, "is it just me, or does Bridge seem a little bit off lately? I wasn't sure if I'm just so stressed I'm seeing things, or . . ."

"Hhmmmm. Since when? The last time I saw him was -- Monday night, I think. He seemed okay then." She frowned, thinking. "He's been worrying about him and Xander, but nothing else springs to mind. Why, what's got you thinking?"

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