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Date: December 23, 2000
Status: Private (Brian, Wensleydale) [Complete]
Setting: Kitchens
Summary: Brian has the munchies.

Stupid brain, Brian thought crossly. Stupid insommything. Stupid temptin' refrigerator.

He poked his head around the kitchen door. Somebody'd left the light by the stove on again. He would find out who it was and drill the concept of energy conservation into their brains . . . after he got his pudding.

He slunk around the door, which, contrary to his expectations, did not squeak, and padded over to a shelf in the corner. At two in the morning, wretched, prepackaged pudding was the only option. Where did people keep icky pudding in this place?

"Pudding, pudding, pudding," he muttered. "Puuuuudding. Where are you?"

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Brian hesitated. That might not be a very good idea.

"No thanks," he said. "I can probably make it upstairs with only minor bruising," he added, trying to lighten his own mood a bit.

He turned and trotted out of the kitchen, pausing at the doorway only for a moment to wave and say a quiet "'Night".

He would be able to sleep now. He felt much better. He always did, after seeing Wensley.

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"Goodnight," he replied to Brian's retreating form, waving foolishly. He'd enjoyed that. No one came to visit him in the kitchen, besides Adam. And Brian was different than Adam, Wensley thought, though he did not let his thoughts go any further than that.

Looking around his kitchen, he smiled for a moment, then placed the pudding bowl into the sink and walked out the door, turning off the lights on his way out. He thought he might be able to sleep tonight, after all.