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Room 313, Saturday morning

Jaina woke up with powdered sugar all over her and a sudden wish for amnesia. ...A gremlin killing spree would probably be frowned upon, right?

She finally made herself get out of bed, take a really really hot shower to get rid of the powdered sugar and to try to feel clean after singing inappropriately dirty songs to inappropriate people, frowned at the plant that seemed to be hanging from her doorways, and debated just getting back into bed.

And ow her chest hurt.

[Door closed, post open, though I'm afk for a lot of the day so yay SP!]

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Bright and early, John arrived with to-go cups of tea and pastries and knocked on the door, eying the mistletoe.

"I'm not singing!" Jaina called through the door, hand on the doorknob just in case.

"But I'm here," John tried so hard not to laugh. "There's nothing to fear!"

"That is not going to get me to let you in, you know!"

"Come on, I brought you tea," John replied, leaning against the door frame. "I bet your extremely old husband in Vegas didn't do that."

"I don't even know what Vegas is!" she called back. Though tea sounded good.

"Jai-na," he singsonged loudly. "I'm not explaining Vegas to you through a door. But I could play some of your singing from my phone. Technology is great."

And that would be the door opening suddenly, and Jaina staring at him with her jaw dropped.

"Good morning to you, too," John said, smiling broadly. "I'm thinking we should make plans that involve locking ourselves in a room with no windows next Friday."

"They'd get inside," she frowned. "Do you really have a copy of that?"

She was trying to ignore the mistletoe making throat-clearing noises.

John tilted his head up, distracted. "It's more about us not being able to get out."

"Yeah, I tried that. I unlocked the door and went outside anyway. You didn't answer the question."

The throat-clearing got louder. Ignore that mistletoe didn't have throats.

"Of course." John peered at the mistletoe in confusion. "Why is your plant making noise?"

"It's not my plant, I don't know why it's there," she said, frowning more as the mistletoe was getting really loudly impatient. "I'm getting a copy of last week's show from Lois."

"Making a greatest hits video?" John asked jokingly. "We could add this and your last show, too."

"I will hurt you and steal your tea," she threatened.

Now was probably not the time to quote more Celine Dion to her. He held out the tea. "No need to steal. How's your throat?"

"Sore," she replied, taking the tea, and the mistletoe sounded like it was scratching out its own vocal cords trying to do its job.

"That is an awful sound," John said, glaring at the plant.

"I'm trying to work here," the mistletoe replied, a little too loudly. "You fail at kissing."

Jaina was looking down the hall as if hoping the noise wasn't bringing anyone else by to look.

John raised an eyebrow at the plant. "Look, we had a rough night." No, he didn't know why he was arguing with a plant.

"We had a rough night?" Jaina asked.

The plant started singing a song that sounded a lot like "Fail fail faiiiiiiiiiiil..."

"Fine, she," he clarified with an eyeroll. "Happy?" He didn't think his night had been all sunshine and rainbows once he lost track of the singing French-Canadian.

Jaina opened her mouth to answer, but was cut off by the mistletoe saying, "No. Make out, it's what I'm here for, idiots."

Hands up in surrender, John shook his head. "This is all you."

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