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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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"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."

"Yes, because kissing me's so hard," she said, leaning up to kiss him hello and get the damn plant to shut up.

With her post-gremlin bite, John was not about to make the first move, but he had no problem leaning down to make a kiss easier. "It's complicated," he explained.

She kissed him lightly, then tried to usher him inside so as to get away from the mistletoe. "Complicated?"

He was ushered, carrying his bag of food. "Mere minutes ago there were threats on my person. Call me cautious."

She closed the door on the muffled "Was that so difficult!" and said, "Threats are sort of what I do."

"So long as they remain empty I'm good," John smiled.

"Well, you did bring tea," she said, mock grudgingly. And sipped her tea just in case he felt like being smart and taking it away.

"And croissants," he added. "Just in case you were still feeling French."

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