"Why are you so different from our Alexander?" Willow asked, sliding the Twinkie to Xander.
"No idea," Xander admitted. "I have yet to meet the local me. What's he like?"
Cordelia's eyes lit up and she snagged the Twinkie. "The local Alexander comes from the very rich Harris family and is extremely spoiled, he's also the quarterback of the football team and he and I have a long running feud, but he can be occasionally counted on to help."
Xander grinned. "Point to Cordelia, you have earned your Twinkie."
Sirius grinned and waved, giving Cordelia her own sign reading, "Cordelia Chase, local expert questions answered. Cost: 1 Twinkie."
Looking at the sign she frowned. "Its Chord not Cordelia, and why do you go by Xander?" she asked as she slid the Twinkie reluctantly toward him.
"Because Willow couldn't say my name in kindergarten, so she called me Xander," he explained, scarfing down the Twinkie before it could escape again.
"That's why I go by Chord," she said grinning.
"I was the Vice President of the We Hate Cordelia fanclub, but I'm guessing here it would be We Hate Alexander."
"Yellow," Chord said suddenly, locking eyes with him.
"Crayon," he confirmed while everyone but Willow stared at him in confusion.
"You're not the dimensional analogue of Alexander," Chord said firmly, "you're mine."
"Okay but I get to be on top." Xander grinned and both of them broke up laughing.
"You-you can't be," Willow stuttered out, "Chord is like the anti-Alexander!"
"Reality was supposed to make sense?" Sirius asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"I must have missed the memo," Xander and Chord said in chorus before bursting out laughing again.