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http://www.tthfanfic.org/Story-3138-5/“Anyway, Andrew tends to get creative with things like Klingon Blood Pudding.”
“Klingon?” Jack had watched enough Star Trek with Teal’c to get the reference.
“Yeah,” Xander said knowing what he was really getting at. “Andrew’s a little . . . well I guess the nicest thing I can say about him is he’s a nerd.”
“And the worst?” Jack couldn’t help but ask. Xander looked up from the menu and answered without missing a beat.
“He’s the most annoying little creep ever. He’s whiny and never shuts up, always complains and everything he says is related to comics or bad scifi. And I do mean everything.”
Everything? Jack wondered with a grin. “He’s one of the friends you set up the camp with?”
“Friend is stretching it, but yeah, he came with us from Sunnydale. He didn’t have anywhere else to go either.” Now the distant look was back as thoughts of his hometown undoubtedly fluttered through Xander’s mind. It must have been hard for him, all of them, to suddenly have nothing because of one random earthquake. Everything gone in a few short minutes.
“So Andrew cooks food that keeps him in touch with his inner dork?” Jack tried to get the conversation back on track.
“Pretty much,” Xander agreed, shaking off his mood.
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