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A House, Currant, Maine, Thursday

Ezra had not bailed on the plans he'd made with Kathy a while back. He had, of course, been the recipient of many an invite to various Halloween parties in Boston and its surroundings, but... Yeah. Sometimes a man just wanted a cheesy movie night with old friends, right? It didn't necessarily have to have anything to do with how he couldn't even remember when this particular combo of friends had spent any time with just the three of them present.

Right.

Anyway, the living room was all set for movie watching. The coffee table - with no books in sight anywhere, probably much to Kathy's disappointment - was all loaded up with snacks and drinks of all kinds. The amount of it all was truly ridiculous, until you took into account how no one present exactly had a normal metabolism to begin with.

"Right, what have you got?" Ezra asked, flopping down on one end of the couch. "I hope you know that if any of them have were-anythings in them, you're both banned from this house."

[ooc: NFB, and for the two.]

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"I didn't pick 'em," Dante said, laughing, hands up in the air. "Kathy's the nerd here."

Kathy held up a bag of DVDs, still moving a bit stiff after her run-in with Duke yesterday. It had also informed her choice of costume "Nah, I figured we'd go for more a murder-monster vibe," she said, "with a small smattering of cheesy alien flicks."

Because she hadn't wanted to be accidentally offensive to anybody Ezra knew, but figured dream-stalkers and hockey-faced serial killers were fair game. And aliens.

"And, you know, if we wanted to be really fancy, I grabbed some Hitchcock, but that seems a little highbrow for what we were going for." She pouted at them. "And skipped all the really good Asian horror movies because subtitles."

"Good, because who wants to read," Ezra replied merrily. "Or to understand only every sixth or seventh word."

Because his Japanese skills were trash.

"Sounds like a reasonable enough selection," he added. "I approve. You may stay, for now."

"Cool," Dante said brightly, dropping his own bag full of extra snags. "It'd suck to have to eat all this shit by ourselves."

"Like you wouldn't just inhale it all within a few hours anyway," Kathy sniffed. "Although I think between what we brought and everything Ez got, we might actually have to work to finish it all."

She looked pretty stoked to try anyway.

"We're growing adults," Ezra offered with a light shrug. "We require sustenance."

"Who knows," Dante said, producing several bags of chips. "We might even need takeout later."

"Well, you both better spend some time trying out my popcorn spice mixes before you start filling up on other things," Kathy declared. "I put them into cute canisters to shake and everything."

...Look, Kathy's hobbies got increasingly domestic as the weather got colder.

Ezra made a show of raising his eyebrows. "That sounds a lot like infringing on my freedom of choice," he said. "You know what happens when people try to force me into things. Even ones I would otherwise do."

"I think we figured out how to make him eat broccoli," Dante mused, opening up one bag before he sank down onto the sofa.

Well, this was off to a stellar beginning.

Kathy shrugged. "Then don't eat it if you don't want to," she said, carefully trying to fit the stuff they'd brought onto the table of food as well. "And quiet you," she said, nudging Dante. "Broccoli is great."

"There's not a trick in the world that would get me to eat broccoli," Ezra said lightly, leaning further back at his end of the couch. But, he was also trying to catch Kathy's eye. "Darling, it was a joke."

For the most part. Look, they knew how contrary foxes could be, right?

"Kat, relax," Dante said, patting the sofa next to him. "We're just chilling."

And he knew how ~~neurotic~~ nervous Kathy could be, especially when she wanted something to go really, really well.

"Hey, I'm just standing up for one of the best and most unfairly-maligned vegetables," she informed them, sneaking the last of the snacks onto the table, which practically groaned under the weight of food. "It's not my fault you both are heathens."

She flopped down onto the couch next to Dante. "Heathens who are gonna end up with, like, adult-onset rickets, just you wait."

"Foxes are genetically too fabulous to get rickets," Ezra decided.

Predictably.

"I have a feeling Nephilim might be, too."

"I lived off of nothing but Mooby's for like a year," Dante said lazily, "And I grew up fucking hot."

And slid his arm around Kathy's shoulders. Maybe to try and help ground her, hush.

"I don't understand how you can both be so hot and so wrong at the same time," Kathy said, body relaxing with the contact.

"It's because of all that glorious lack of broccoli," Ezra informed her, immediately.

"Unhealthy food makes guys prettier," Dante said solemnly, hugging her close.

The other arm wound up near Ezra's shoulders, because he had no trouble at all about being in the middle here.

Just he wait till Kathy decided to sprawl out over him to get some Ezra cuddles of her own in anyway.

"You're both awful and I have no idea why I like you," Kathy announced, reaching for a candy bar. "I also appreciate that neither of you denied being wrong, just leaned real hard into the pretty."

Ezra let his head tilt back against Dante's arm. While scoffing. "I, for one, tend to ignore statements that are patently untrue and focus on the parts that are right," he said. "No point in denying something that's too ludicrous to be true."

"Also," Dante said conspiratorially, "We? Are just very, very, very pretty."

Don't ask how he managed to bring up the remote with his foot, but he did.

"I dunno..." Kathy said, pretending to mull it over. "Starting to wonder if you both aren't a little insecure about it. You don't hear me going on about how pretty I am."

Yes. They were the ones with the self-esteem issues.

Yeah, Ezra was just going to turn his head towards Dante, right about now.

"Can you thwap the back of her head for me, or something, darling?"

Dante didn't thwap her.

He did, however, reach up... and mussed her hair but good.

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