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[Kurt's outside, walking briskly and looking a little bit singed around the edges.]

Protip: the big wolf-like things don't care for fire.

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... Inside joke? Guess you had to be there. Don't worry about it.

Seems like you got some .... fire. Over-- ... everywhere. Facial region, specifically. Marshmallow roasting gone horribly, horribly wrong? For future reference, you're supposed to blow the fire out before you eat them.

I, ah...guess so.

No, no, no, I lit some hairspray on fire.

SWEET! Always wanted to try that. And I'm guessing it worked because you're not in a stomach right now!

It did. For the moment. What house do you live in, again?

The one closest to the lighthouse. The big one. With Phil and the super-spies.

Ohhhh, fun. Care for visitors?

Dude! Yes! Are you on your way? I wish I had cookies or something... [She eyes a half-eaten bag of chips on the coffee table and quickly pours them into a bowl. Bam. Visitor ready.]

I'll wait outside and cover you!

I come bearing sweet baked goods, not to worry.

... Baked goods? You, sir, are an angel. A pale angel of goodness and snacks. Have I mentioned you're my favourite?

You could keep on mentioning it until I get there. [Smug Kurt is smug.] Do you like banana bread?

[She snorts] Kurt... you're kinda rockin' a red riding hood vibe, here. Basket of goodies? Big bad wolves? Beware of any grannies you run into, just sayin'.

And obvi. It's sugary goodness in bread form.

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....I could totally rock that. Totally.

I added chocolate chips too.

... Will you marry me?

You aren't my type, darling. We can be friends with culinary benefits?

It's because I'm Canadian, isn't it? Racist!

[She gets it, Kurt. She does. But sexual orientation is definitely not a big deal when you're roomies with a succubus.]

But I agree to the FWCB terms.

You've found me out.

Now come and escort me.

Yes sir!

[Action]

[She picks up her crossbow and heads for the door, loading it before stepping outside. It's easy to pretend to be fearless when you're holding some medieval weaponry.

She keeps walking until she sees Kurt.]

[Unfortunately for the Little Red imagery, Kurt's coat is grey. Plus side for him, though: he camouflages more. At least he had the poetic decency to put the goodies in a basket.

Lady with a crossboy, hullo. He'll wave at her, stepping delicately around shrubbery and whatnot.]

[Dammit, he's too cute. Now she's pretty much required to protect this adorabillity.

Kenzi winks rather than waving to keep her hands on the weapon. See? She can be safe! Sometimes. Usually. She catches up so she can walk beside him.]

Hey babycakes. Nice goodies. And the banana bread looks okay, too.

[He's the most cutest! And he's going to giggle and wiggle his hips a little, flirtatiously.] Thank you kindly~

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