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"We'll talk details later," Xander agreed. He turned toward his brother and started walking. "Hold your pants on, I'm coming!" "Do you mean hold your horses, or keep your pants on?" Alec asked, puzzled. "Bye, Milo! See you tomorrow!" "Either. Both. Chill." Xander tentatively shook his...

Bumping this in light of the new announcement.

"A ride where?" Milo asked, not rejecting the offer, but then he looked at how insistent Alec was to get home, so he shrugged and said, "You can tell me later, or text me, I guess.'

"I'm going to take you on a ride," Xander stated. "I want to show you something cool, but for now... tests, sleep, and Gatorade." "We gotta go!" Alec called back, only a few steps ahead of Xander.

"Oh, that's okay, don't worry about it," Milo said, as if he had ever accepted the ride before, "The day of? No, I've not really thought that far. Sleep, I guess. Why?"

The rest of the day went well for the twins, or as well as finals could be expected. Alec thought about what might be happening at home often but managed not to dwell on it too much. Xander's full mental processes were focused on trying to survive the tests. He had not extra brain power to...

"Oh...kay..." Sloan replied, a bit confused by his reaction, but she shrugged it off, "I'll see you later." She gave a slight wave and then went to class, not giving it or Ivy or the Civil War much more thought.

Alec blushed bright red and snapped his gaze away. "Nothing!" He squeaked, his voice breaking for the first time in months. "Nothing at all. We really should be getting to class, right? Yep!" He kept his eyes on Xander's back, his ears red.

Sloan followed Alec's gaze, "What are you looking at?" It might not have been something she used to notice, but after a year of being friends with these two, she was always a little bit on alert around them.

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"You are not getting into any kind of reenactment hobby until you have your own storage space," Xander warned as he slowly started to clean up. "Fair enough," Alec snickered. He followed Xander but slowed, looking past him at someone on the other side of the cafeteria. He shook himself and...

"Which explains why Mr. Dark got out of here in a hurry," Sloan told Peter with a nod, "All parties means Daizi has been dealing with it all by herself all day. And you two," She turned to the twins, standing up to throw her trash away, "Can speak with my dad for that information. I am sure he...

Peter winced. "That sounds miserable for all parties involved." "I gotta try to make this hardtack stuff," Xander muttered. "I wonder how one gets into these reenactments," Alec mused with a grin.

"Because it's the Civil War and those are the rations you have," Sloan replied simply, "He stopped when Benny was little because it was too difficult to find time to attend them, but he still has his uniform in the basement. He's got it on a mannequin and everything, but I don't think it'd fit...

"Why would you want to eat hardtack, like, ever?" Xander asked, looking revolted. "Civil War, yes. Reenactments, no," Alec said, looking interested and not even realizing they'd switched conversational sides. "Ouch. I've heard that hurts," Peter said thoughtfully.

"Their baby sister is teething, hardtack is a kind of cracker that tastes horrible and lasts forever--there's a piece of it in a museum, unrotted, from the Civil War--and how do you have a history teacher for a father but not know what a Civil War Reenactment is? It's when a bunch of people...

"What's hardtack?" Alec asked. "What's a civil war reenactment?" Xander asked. Peter jerked, coming out of a light doze. "What'd I miss?"

"That's his face when he's so close to freaking out?" Sloan asked, wondering if they had looked at the same man, "but teething can be pretty nasty. My dad used to do civil war reenactment, and when Benny and I were teething, he'd give us hardtack he kept in the freezer. At least that's what...

"Apparently, Ivy is teething and Mama asked Ba to come home," Alec admitted. "I'm worried it might be worse than he let on. Did you see his face? He's so close to freaking out!" "They'll be fine," Xander assured him. "He'd tell us if there was something bad going on. He's not the type to...