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After his morning classes, John heads into the lunchroom because Monday's should die and he's hungry.

Anders piles a generous helping of everything (except fried ice cream, because that concept scares him) onto his plate and heads over to sit with John.

"Crichton. What's up, dude?"

"Hey man," John greets. "Not too much. I hate Monday's and I used Twinkies in shop this morning. It balances out, I guess. How bout you?"

"Mondays ruin me for the rest of the week, I think," Anders says, draining an entire glass of milk and wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "I got nothing today, now that Classics got moved to Tuesdays and Thursdays. Good day to do my homework, anyway. I did more singing on Saturday than I ever want to do again in my life, and I lost twenty bucks on the football game yesterday. Coulda been worse, I guess."

"I sang on the radio," John says, shaking his head. "Stupid songs too. And Lee wants to move into my room. Place is crowded enough. Who'd you sing to?"

"Me and Cally spent the whole morning singing at each other, and considering how that went? I'm lucky I didn't sing at anyone else until she got home on Saturday night." Anders shudders. "I mean, it was kinda nice and stuff in places, but wow, embarrassment. And she says she ended up having sort of a singing argument with Kennedy. I'm kinda sorry I missed it."

He eats half of a taco in one bite and, with his mouth still full, asks, "How the hell you gonna fit more people in that room?

John can only imagine about Anders and Cally singing at each other.

"Well...it's cozy," John finally says. "Two to bed and some floor space. Xander and Rory actually crashed on the floor on Saturday. Again, cozy."

Anders snickers. "Yeah, tell me about it. I can barely stretch out on my floor. Like, if I lie down near the bed I can still reach the fridge." He shakes his head. "Nice that you guys are all comfortable enough with each other to do two to a bed in a double room, huh? 'cause like, wow. I don't think I could do that. But it's cool."

He practically swallows the other half of the taco whole and adds, "So what crazy stuff is in store for us this weekend, you think? First snow monsters, then singing, and don't these things usually happen in threes or something? Or is that just a Colonial superstitious thing?"

"Don't jinx us, man." John just laughs. "And Valentin's Day is coming up. I think that'll be enough to deal with for awhile."

"Frak, I nearly forgot about that!" Anders bangs the heel of his hand into his forehead, and -- "Ow!"

He leans across the table and looks panicked at John. "You gotta help me, man. I know I should be doing something really special for Cally for Valentine's Day, plus it's her birthday on Saturday. But I don't have a clue what sort of stuff I should do."

"Okay," John says and laughs quietly. "You're one better than me. I've still gotta tell Aeryn was Valentine's Day is."

"First of all, Cally's just gonna wanna be with you. So, maybe a dinner? Flowers and chocolate and something small? Something meaningful works best as well. Just show her you love her."