October 6th, 2008



"I hope you know what you're doing?" Andrew leaned back in the booth and eyed his flatmate.

"How hard can it be?" Xander sipped his beer. "It's only a crossword."

Faith snorted beer across the table and Andrew patted her on the back until she could compose herself. Wiping tears from her eyes, Faith gave Xander a clip over the ear. "You made a bet with Dolores and she eats the Times cryptic crossword for breakfast. Consider yourself her pet for the foreseeable future."

Andrew tossed a newspaper on the table and grinned as Xander laid eyes on his challenge.


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