Backdated to last Friday, Garrison and Angel

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While Angel enjoys one of her favorite past times early in the morning, Garrison stumbles on her. Angel is odd as usual, even so early in the morning, and the two chat before Garrison heads off to sleep.



With the rec room empty of everyone, Angel had spread out on the couch. Two bowls of popcorn--one popped and the other one filled with kernels--sat on the table in front of her, where she snuggled under a giant hug pillow. It was too early for most of the students to be up, which is why she liked coming downstairs. No chance of waking up Sooraya or her suite mates and it meant she had the place to herself.

Singin' In the Rain played on the T.V. but it was silent, the mute had been put on the second the credits had rolled.

Garrison hadn't actually been to bed yet. A naturally light sleeper, Garrison found it difficult to drop off easily. He'd been out with Logan and Marie earlier that evening, and even when the buzz wore off, the energy hadn't. He'd made do with running a couple of the low level simulations in the Danger Rooms; ones that tested basic skills and could be used by trainees and slightly tipsy transplanted mounties without risk of injury. That room was taking the longest to get used to, of the entire range of surprises the mansion held. Finally, he'd done thirty laps in the pool, made himself a sandwich, and was planning to channel surf for a hour until his body caught up with him, and he could sleep solidly.

He nearly hadn't noticed Angel, until the first layer of kernels popped and a hand reached out to collect them to contentedly munch on. Kane took a bite of his sandwich and sat down at the other end. "You know musicals normally work better with the sound on, eh?"

Looking over, Angel grinned at him, swallowing before she shook her head. Death by popcorn was not a way to go. "I've watched it about a thousand times now," she said, "and half the fun is the visual stuff. I've got all the words and songs in my head but that's not half as interesting." It was weird, she knew, but she wasn't embarrassed by it in the least.

"Well, that's weird." Garrison took another bite of the sandwich, chewing thoughtfully as he propped his bare feet up on the table. "What are you doing up so early? Didn't they teach you to sleep in until noon like the rest of the world's teenagers?"

Angel looked throughly horrified at the thought. "I'm an early riser," she explained. "I tend to get up around five so I can go and do my morning swims. Plus, I generally have the place to myself for a while, except for the other early risers." Taking a second to munch on some popcorn, she asked, "Are you generally, you know, an early riser or is this a case of the munchies?"

"I never sleep all that well, so I tend to be up until the wee hours of the morning." He craned to look at the clock on the wall. "Like, say, 6:12 am. I'll be going to bed in a little bit, and get some actual rest. So what's with the mute movie?"

"The visual interests me way more than the talking or the music," she responded, sitting up a bit to prevent popcorn from spilling into the couch cushions. "And sometimes the noise is distracting, so I'll just turn off the sound and watch what's actually going on. I do it with movies that I've seen before, you know, so I know what they're saying but this way, I can concentrate past that."

"I suppose that makes sense." Garrison said, in the slightly dubious tones of someone who really had no idea what was going on. "But if you think this one is good, you should find 'Fancy Dancing'. A Canadian musical masterpiece."

"'Fancy Dancing'?" She looked interested. "I don't think I've ever heard of that one but I love things like that. And I'll watch anything once, even if I do regret it later. Like It. I regret that movie. Would you have a copy or do you mind watching it with me?" Angel laughed, "Since I might not get some references, I don't know a whole lot about Canada."

"I don't have a copy here, but I can dig one up. Some of Jason Priestly's finest work." He grinned. "Besides, you got to experience Toronto. That's a good start."

"That was so much fun, I'd love to do that again. Toronto's a great city..." At heart, she was a complete city girl, unable to even imagine living outside of a big one. The bigger, the better was Angel's thinking. "And really photogenic, I got tons of pictures. And a moose, I bought a Moose."


"I prefer to just buy Mooseheads instead, but I get the idea." Garrison grinned. He'd grown up in Toronto , and enjoyed showing it off. Although, he had to admit, New York City surprisingly had charms of its own. He was starting to consider that it might almost make up for hellholes like Detroit and Buffalo. "You really should have bought a beaver. National animal and all that."

"Too bad I didn't think about it or I would have asked you to buy some of that Moosehead stuff..." Angel wrinkled her nose. "My dad enjoys different types of beer. Alas, I am too young. I didn't know the beaver was the national animal. Now that's awesome, so much better than a bald eagle. I mean, really, it's a beaver."

"An animal of majesty and quiet dignity, I've always thought." Garrison said, finishing off the last bite of his sandwich. He yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. "Alright, talk of buying beer for minors aside, I'm off to bed. Enjoy your silent musical and popcorn breakfast." He said, tossing an errant kernel at her as he got off the couch.

Angel squeaked in protest, throwing one right back at him and giggling like mad when it turned into an actual piece of popcorn as it bounced off her head. She liked him, he was a cool adult, and she just loved her power. "Good night," she teased, turning back to the T.V.