Halliwell Manor, San Francisco, Saturday afternoon

[blessed_twice]

Wyatt had tried not to get his hopes up, but he was still disappointed that there was no sign of Victoria. It wasn't fair that all the weird stuff followed them from Fandom, but not the good weird stuff like adorable future children. Isabel was disappointed, too, so they tried to distract themselves by snuggling on the couch and watching a marathon of Deadliest Catch.

And maybe occasionally grabbing the laptop to replay Chris's performance at Caritas. That would never get old.

[For phone calls from weetiny relatives!]

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"That is a risk," Wyatt admitted. "It could get ugly fast. Maybe I can swing my own bathroom, or you'll never want to set foot in the place."

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"I like to think I'm brave. I mean I've fought in a war, faced Fandom weirdness, demons and dinosaurs," she said slowly. "But the idea of walking into a bathroom in a house full of guys scares the crap out of me."

[blessed_twice]

"Does it count as personal gain or protecting the innocent if I come up with a spell to clean the bathroom before company comes over?" Wyatt mused.

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"I already know the spell. And there's no personal gain backlash," Isabel told him smugly. "It's called a scrub brush and a bottle of Lysol."

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"I've seen some off campus apartment bathrooms," Wyatt said. "I don't think a brush and one bottle will do it. It'll just make it mad."

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"So now the bathroom scum is sentient?" She lived in Fandom, she'd heard stranger.