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Library [5/1]

This is the last day Parker's going to be opening the Library. She has really mixed feelings about that. Partly because she'd like to hide under the Circulations Counter after some of the things she did this weekend.

The Library is open for all your research and book-return needs, 'cause today is also the last day of amnesty before Zero and her mallet are on a quest tomorrow.

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"Did you know you had been a hit man?" Angela asked idly. "Because I think my memory was really weird. Like, I knew you, but I don't think I got the boyfriend thing."

"And yes, this has been a very strange week. But hey, only a couple more weeks before we go on our vacation. Our long vacation."

"Yeah my memory was pretty muddled. I don't remember much of what I was though I do remember-"

A dark look went over Marty's face for few seconds before he shook it off. "Um, stuff."

He shakes his head then smiles. "I am soooo looking forward to our vacation."

Angela reached across the counter for Marty's hands as she bit her lip in concern. "Monsters, huh?" she said. "You really are safe. Really."

She did not add I hope.

Marty flinched a little at the mention of monsters but tried to cover it with a smile. "I know. So have you told your parents about our little trip? Heck, how do they feel about you being married?"

Marty? Change the topic of conversation? Never.

Angela laughed a little nervously. She had an idea who Marty's monsters were, but if he didn't want to alk about it...

"I didn't talk to them this weekend, so they haven't heard about the wedding yet. Which is good,'cause I think they'd be upset they weren't invited. But they're cool with the trip." She did not mention how much ~~handwavey~~ pleading that had taken. "My mom says I should travel while I'm young, right?"

"Right! Besides think of the educational places we'll go!" Marty said with an enthusiastic grin. "Okay probably none, but we'll sneak in a museum or two so you can tell your mom that."

"Science experiments," Angela said seriously. "Like, which of us can tan faster, and is the beach in Tahiti different from the beach in France."

She smiled, a little wistfully. "It was kind of nice to be a kid again, though. Even if I did spend the whole weekend riding a sugar buzz."

"I thought the cake batter in your hair was exceptionally cute," Marty brushing off a lock of hair from Angela's face. "I think you should bake like that more often."

Angela blushed. "Maybe I should," she said. "I can even read the boxes of cake mix when I'm this size."

"I loved your little suit. And you were so sweet when I kept crying on radio -- I think I might have needed an N-A-P."

"Well I can't stand to see a girl cry," Marty said wondering what other things he can say to make Angela blush. "I still want to find out who threw that shoe and that I had cookies to give to Barbossa to keep him quiet. And the next time you need a N-A-P? I will be more than happy to fill in as a pillow."

"You'd be my pillow? Be still my heart," Angela said, fluttering her eyelashes. "I have no idea who threw the shoe."

She giggled. "Have you heard the podcast yet? It's hysterical. Embarassing, but hysterical."

"Barbossa was insane last night too," Marty said thinking back with a chuckle. "I think he played Little-Bunny-Foo-Foo for 20 minutes straight. And are you mocking my ability to make like a pillow? I assure you my skills at being plush and comfy are not to be taunted."

"Well, the banthabell version of "Little Bunny Foo-Foo" is the best song ever," Angela said, attempting to look solemn but mostly seeming completely doofy. "And I'll take you up on that pillow thing sometime, definitely. Maybe I could be your blankie."

Marty had to lean in a give her a kiss for that. Doofy or not.

"You are too cute for words, you know that?"

"My boyfriend brings it out in me," Angela told him. "Seeing as he's really cute even as a girl or a 6-year-old with cootie issues."

"It's the clip-on tie. It drives all the girls wild," Marty joked.

He might even have blushed.

"Definitely. You should start wearing those all the time," Angela said. And then the blushing was so cute she had to kiss him again.

Then, eyeing him: "You know you are not allowed to wear a suit in Tahiti, right? Even if you pack them they'll, like, confiscate them at the airport."

Marty flailed comically at that.

"Wha-What am I going to wear?" he said blinking rapidly.

"You'll figure it out," Angela reassured him. "I know it's scary, but..."

She grinned, then sighed. "I should probably get back to work, I think. See you later tonight?"

"Sure, I'll need a break from studying for my ACJ final," Marty said leaning in to give her a quick smooch. "I'll see you later."

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