A Side Room at The Bronze, Sunnydale, Friday Evening

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It was entirely possible that Warren didn't actually know the meaning of the word 'overkill.' At least, not when it came to organizing parties. And especially not when it came to organizing parties that people would be travelling across the multiverse to attend. He'd sprung for the rental of one of the side rooms at The Bronze, of course, and in doing so he might have gone just slightly carried away, paying to have the place decked out in garlands and icicle lights and, yes, mistletoe. Christmas carols were playing as people arrived, though thankfully they would be interspersed with less seasonal music throughout the night, and there was a spread of food that included not only sugar cookies and egg nog, but also the typical potato chips and veggie platters.

And, yeah, a fruitcake. Warren wasn't certain how the fruitcake had wound up on the table, but he wasn't really going to be terribly surprised if the thing stayed there the entire night, either.

Poor fruitcake.

[For those people who got invitations to the party, and up early for timezones and the like!]

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"Completely not like riding a bicycle," Warren agreed. "Not like home schooling, either. Basic arithmetic was never graded on a curve."

Evil, evil curve.

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"I swear to god, that curve is actually some kind of evil symbol," Kennedy groaned. She'd actually tried to make this argument a few times; it got her epic 'bitch, please' faces. "I guess the one thing I am grateful for is that I don't have to carry my five billion textbooks around with me all the time. Textbooks! I don't think those even exist in Fandom."

Textbooks were their own form of evil.

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"Oh, textbooks," Warren groaned. "I mean, it isn't like I can't handle dragging them around, but I've already gone through a few backpacks that weren't quite ready for the reading load of a business major."

Poor backpacks. They really hadn't stood a chance.

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Kennedy whistled. "Okay, yeah, you've probably got it way worse than I do, there." Watch out, Warren, your next gift basket was going to include some mega-reinforced, possibly magically, industrial-strength backpack. "I don't have that much reading. Pro tip, not that you probably need it, but I don't recommend working on a bio research paper while on patrol."

In a notebook, like a barbarian, because her iPad screen was bright enough to give her away. Sigh.

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"I don't really do much in the way of patrolling, yeah. That kind of makes avoiding that a little easier."

Thank goodness. Warren wasn't really made for doing things in the dark. Especially not writing papers. While hunting evil.

"Trying to write a paper on the importance of human resources in high risk industries while an Eyrien Warlord Prince informs you that you're late for your morning training, on the other hand..."

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"Oh, god. Yeah." Kennedy had met Lucivar. She could imagine. (Some of the girls she'd trained might say she wasn't any easier on them, though.) "Sometimes you have to wonder why we decided to do this college thing, huh?"

There wasn't a trace of complaint in her voice, though.

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"Sometimes," Warren agreed, nodding. This week had definitely been one of those sometimes, after all. "But then I stop and I look at my life and I look at all the homework and the textbooks and the stupid grading curve, and I realize that this is properly the one and only normal thing I'll ever do with myself until the end of my life."

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Kennedy considered that, then laughed. "Yeah, pretty much, and you know what? There's no bad there. Sort of helps keep you grounded when everything else is a total trip. Like, I have no idea if that prophecy about an evil god rising next Thursday is true or not, but at least I know I still have twelve credits of biochemistry and molecular bio left to take."

She made a face. "Frankly, it's the science credits that worry me more."

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"Well, we've seen more than our fair share of evil gods, and we've dealt with them every time," Warren pointed out. "Biochemistry isn't exactly going to pass itself."

Though it would be awesome if it did.

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"Point," Kennedy agreed. "Evil gods? Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, got the t-shirt ruined by acidic demon mucus. Science, on the other hand? I can't slay that."

Eh, it'd be a bad idea anyway.

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Science was... kinda important.

"If you could, I'd ask if maybe you could target Financial Accounting, next."

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Very! Which was why she wouldn't slay it.

"I'm pretty sure," Kennedy said thoughtfully, "that it would probably fall on the un- side of the ethical scale if I actually tried. Plus, my trust fund kinda needs that."

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"But just think of all the homework I wouldn't have to do," Warren appealed, with a teasing little smile. "I mean, even if the homework is my own fault."

That's what he got, really, for trying to fit as many classes as he could into the year he got in Sunnydale before going off to Kaeleer.

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"Don't look at me." Kennedy held her hands up, grinning. "You signed up for the class in the first place."

"...kind of like I did, huh? Does that mean I have to stop complaining too?"

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"We could just treat it as a trade-off. I reserve the right to whine about accounting to you, if you feel it's necessary to complain about biology to me." It seemed fair. "And, as an added bonus, that means that all of the complaining that we direct at one another, nobody else needs to be subjected to. It's practically charity."

Sadly, it wasn't tax deductible.