Room 415, Monday Early Evening

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...sooooooo, there really were things about the weekend that Kennedy could have been freaking out about, but she'd gotten some of that out of her system earlier today, and the general feeling of too-much-sugar hangovery ick was enough of a distraction to keep her from dwelling on it much, and anyway there was someone who seemed more traumatized about the whole thing than Kennedy herself really had any reason to be.

Her laptop was open on her nightstand, an article theorizing on whether some wacky tower being built in Sunnydale was some kind of guerrilla art piece or a sociological experiment (a lot of people apparently hadn't even noticed it) completely ignored for the moment, because--

Well, because Kennedy was lying on her stomach on the floor beside the bed, peering into the messy space beneath.

"C'mon, Bailey," she called to the rabbit hunkered way back against the wall for about the millionth time. "It's okay, you can come out now, I swear! Please? There's treats and stuff..."

That poor rabbit; left to his own devices for a few days, then lavished with too much attention by small children. Thus far, Kennedy's first couple of weeks of pet ownership weren't going so great.

...probably a good thing you couldn't ask Bailey's opinion on the matter.

[[*snicker* mostly 'cause it amused me, but door/post open.]]

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The morning had been a liiiiiittle awkward, yes, but now? Now Tara had cake. Chocolate cake. It came courtesy fighting with powers class, and it went well with unplanned weddings between six-year-olds.

"Hey," she greeted from the doorway. "Uh, I have cake, unless you're going to go under the bed and stay there. But that's usually more my department."

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"Not hiding," Kennedy called in a muffled voice. She started to sit up, bumped her head on the bedframe, and swore under her breath before slumping back against the side of the nightstand. "Bailey's the one in massive hideout mode."

She rubbed absently at the back of her head and grinned crookedly. "Cake, huh? Not special-occasion cake, or...?"

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"It's 'Professor Max hit his head before the final' cake," Tara explained. "He m-made us bake. It came out yummy, though. Chocolate."

She shrugged. "I don't think I want to call it wedding cake, do you?"

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Kennedy managed a strained laugh and drew her knees up to her chest, fidgeting just a little. "Um... yeah, I think I can live without calling it that. Which doesn't make it any less yummy, though, right?"

Under the edge of the bed, a tentatively twitchy rabbit nose slowly started to creep into view, presumably followed by the rest of the rabbit.

"...wow, six-year-old us really needed to cut back on the sugar."

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"Can I blame peer pressure? Six-year-old you kept trying to buy out the food booths at Karla and Warren's party," Tara pointed out, a bit primly, and set the cake on the desk until she could find some forks.

She sat on the floor next to Kennedy. "Oooh, Bailey's coming out. Hey, Bailey, I promise not to try to squeeze you to death this time."

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Kennedy ducked her head and took that point with surprisingly good grace.

"Six year old me was hungry," she said as if that wasn't still the case. "And you went along with it."

She wiggled her fingers at Bailey. "C'mon out, little guy. I promise, nothing more extreme than maybe a few pats on the head."

Bailey, for his part, was still eyeing both of them dubiously.

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"Like any me likes saying no to you," Tara said, then relented. "... besides, it was yummy."

She eyed Bailey right back. "C'mere. You can have cake?"

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Evidently, the promise of cake was enough to lure Bailey just out from under the bed; Kennedy brought a hand up to pet him, then thought better of it and ran it through her hair instead.

"Well, yeah. Candy," she said wryly. "Plus little me would've done anything to make you smile." Also not really a big difference from older her.

Bailey edged a few inches toward Tara, very slowly.

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Tara clicked her tongue to summon Bailey closer, but didn't make another move toward him.

"So basically," she said, "we were us, just littler and cuter."

[OOC: NIGHT]

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Encouraged, Bailey took a quick hop toward her and then froze again.

"And apparently totally into each other, so." Kennedy laughed. "Nutshell version, yup, still us."

Just with, for her part, less lingering fear of commitment.

[[niiiiiiiiiiiiiight!]]