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23 Sphinx, Monday Morning

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, what did I drink?" was Bo's first question slash blanket-muffled moan. Though surprisingly that was mostly about how exhausted she was - no hangover to speak of. The taste in her mouth, though... "What did I eat?"

Bo really, really, really hoped, as the events of the weekend tried to crawl back into her conscious memory, that she was asking those questions out loud because she could sense someone's chi nearby, and not because she was going to have to change the pronoun in the previous question to who.

[OOC: for a slightly less wee guest!]

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Kenzi grumbled and tried to pull covers over her head, and mumbled, "Is it possible to actually get sugar poisoning?"

Oh good, not dead. Oh, God, why couldn't Bo be dead?

"I dunno. Did we eat anything off a gingerbread house?" Bo was mixing up her wicked witches, but give her a break.

"Ummmmmmm." Kenzi had a wicked sugar-crash headache, and the light hurt her eyes. "There might have been gingerbread cereal?" Or cookies eaten as cereal, splashed with milk. "And sweet tarts. I remember sweet tarts." She levered herself upward, and looked around. "Oh, dude."

"There's a dude? Who all did I let spend the night?" Bo didn't remember a dude.

So she was just going to sit up now and let the covers fall off her face so she could stop feeling stupid.

"Arrrrrrgh." Bad idea.

"No, no. At least. I think no." Kenzi looked around blearily, hair sticking out on one side. "Just, how can you wake up with an ice cream freeze brain?" She picked a wrapper off her lap and checked to see if there was any chocolate left. "We were little." SO WEIRD.

Bo saw no dude. While there might be a dude in the bathroom, she was going to proceed on dudeless assumptions.

Which was good, because any dude who got a look at the current state of her ex-store-cum-ahousement was going to say... "Duuude. What did we do to this place? Mitchell and I knocked down a wall and it didn't look this bad."

"There were markers. And popcorn. And ..." Kenzi sniffed, nose wrinkling up. "Peppermint toothpaste? And pizza?"

There might have been a major battle. She half-remembered that. If it wasn't a dream.

"At least we brushed our teeth?" Bo ran a hand through her hair...and stopped, since it kind of got stuck there. "Or not. I think we used it for mousse."

Kenzi couldn't help giggling once she squinted at Bo, because she might have brushed her teeth but she hadn't brushed her hair. "Wow. Unless we kidnapped gremlins to help us trash the place, I don't think we could've done more." She cocked her head. "Were there gremlins?"

Bo shook her head and reached for the robe she usually kept by the bed. Which wasn't there. Because she was wearing it. That must've looked tres chic on her seven year old self.

"I don't remember gremlins," she said, stretching and getting up. Slowly. "I remember milkshakes. And... scuba diving?"

That couldn't be right.

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Kenzi blinked. Then lit up. "Oh oh oh in your huge tub! With straws for snorkels! And floating cups!" Oh, that had been awesome.

Bo tiptoed over -- she kind of had to, given the number of candy wrappers and less identifiable objects crinkling under her bare feet -- to look over the edge of the tub. The screen that she usually kept around it was propped on some chairs across the room with a sheet draped over it to make a fort, so the tub was just sitting out in the open.

"...Where did we get fourteen glow in the dark rubber duckies?" Which were still bobbing gently in the now-cold water.

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Kenzi tumbled out of the bed, and then tentatively said, "Turtle and Canary?" Look, she wasn't sure, okay? Also, she had a sneaking feeling she hadn't paid for some of those.

"As long as they didn't come from 'Dite's. I really don't want to know what kind of prize I win if I pick one of those up," Bo said, reaching into the water to do just that anyway. The bottom of the duck was just... rubber duck bottom shaped, though, and didn't OH THANK GOD have a battery compartment.

"They have some of those! They're waterproof. And a little weird, because. Duckies. In wrong places." Kenzi poked at another one, arms folded on the edge of the tub. "Some of them in bondage gear." She gave Bo an owlish look. "I can get you some?"

Bo snorted at her and dropped the duck back into the water. Possibly strategically placed to splash someone with their arms folded on the edge of the tub. "You don't think I have enough already?" Ducks, Kenzi. Enough ducks.

Kenzi flinched away, snickering, and then splashed water back at Bo. "I dunno, Bo, I hear every girl can use a good duck once in a while." She paused. "That's what you were talking about, weren't you?"

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SPLASH. That one was definitely deliberate. "As a girl who requires a steady supply of ducks to even survive, who am I to argue."

Kenzi choked, then stood up, wiping at her face, then reached over to poke at Bo. "How's that going these days? Practice, I mean." She yawned, rubbing at her head.

"Well, Jake's still alive." Ahem. "Which, when you think about it, is kind of a miracle even before you factor me into the picture."

Kenzi snickered, grinning. "Risk-taker, hunh? And go you!" She held up a wet hand for a high-five. "Yay orgasms without death!"

That high-five was.... ginger. And not in a Guy and Richie way. "I kinda have to applaud that on principle, despite the many things wrong with doing it over a bathtub that hasn't been drained since I was seven."

Also despite the fact that it was mostly a concept to strive for at this point; 'careful' did not begin to describe certain parts of her Newfoundland experience.

Kenzi reached down to unplug the tub, then straightened, wiping her hand off on her skirt. "And you were gonna adopt me, too. Don't forget that." Kenzi certainly wouldn't.

Bo hadn't either. "Well, who wouldn't? You were the tiniest, most adorable con artist ever." Which hadn't changed a lot, really.

But. Unless Bo's adult guess about how much of that hadn't been a con at all was way, way off... "Who needed adopting."

"Hmmmmmmm." Kenzi felt a little embarrassed now. Candy and bathtub shenanigans were one thing, but... "I did have family who took care of me. They just-- weren't close to home." She wasn't pathetic! But. "There's a reason I'm here, and not there."

"My mom would still have snatched you off the street and bundled you into a hand-knitted sweater in an instant."

Thinking back on some of what tiny Kenzi had said and not said, Bo kind of wanted to herself, except for the part where she didn't have a hand-knitted sweater to her name anymore, and Kenzi probably wouldn't be caught dead in one anyway.

Kenzi beamed, then slung an arm around Bo. "So your mom's just as awesome as you, hunh?" She hugged Bo. "I did okay. It would have been cool to have a sister like you, though."

"Right back atcha, Tiny Dancer." Not letting you live down the tulle, Kenz. Ever. "You would've been so bored with me in high school, though. I was that candy-selling, jock-dating, raising pumpkins for the county fair girl you'd pass in the halls and pretend was no relation."

Kenzi groaned. "Do you have to remind me? God. I thought I was going to grow up to be Anna Pavlova." She snickered. "Oh my god, you were Quinn! Only I couldn't have picked on you because you were my sister. I wouldn't have let the other freaks do it though. I swear. I would've even voted for you for Prom Queen."

"Which one is Quinn? Tell me she at least has good taste in clothes."

Like you did, Bo? Mmm, flannel.

"The blond Student President who was Homecoming Queen." Kenzi made a face, the cheered up. "Mostly she's preppy but okay, I guess, but she dyed her hair pink after Parent's Weekend to get back at her mom. Would you have ever done that?"

"...No." Bo studied her for a moment, then grinned. "I went for blue."

"HA!" That got Bo another hug, and a muttered, "I would have thought it was cool. I just wouldn't have said so."

Bo snickered into Kenzi's shoulder. "A whole one streak of it, which I wore for half of junior year until I realized it's a signal that your act of rebellion has failed when your mom starts buying you matching ponytail pom-poms."

"Seriously?" Kenzi laughed, pulling back a bit and grinning. "She's smart. Maybe someday I'll meet your mom." Then remembering how totally awkward things were, she bit her lip. "Do you ever thing about... I dunno. Calling them? Now that you know what's going on with you?"

Here, have a question and a half, and a bag of rocks thrown in at no extra charge!

"Think about it? Sure; all the time. Do it?" Bo closed her eyes for a moment against a too-vivid image of the house she grew up in, porch light on in the late-spring dusk. "I don't know what they think of me, I don't know what they think happened to my boyfriend, or if I'm wanted for that. And now that I know what's going on with me..." She shook her head. "It might not even be safe for them if I did."

Kenzi put her arm back around Bo, face sober. "Sucks and blows and burns. I'm sorry." She squeezed Bo. "You got me. I'm not a good trade for parents who care, but I care too. And I'll help with them, if you ever need it."

That was dried whipped cream in Bo's eye, dammit!

"Don't think I won't hold you to that. I'll need backup when I try to explain how they've got another kid they didn't even know about."

"Deal." Kenzi grinned. "I could always bring presents for them with me. Would your mom want new boots?"

"...Maybe galoshes?"

"I can do that!"

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