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"Crowley, Snow, you could have told us--"
"I thought it was very sweet."
"We looked like idiots."
"It was the reason I got through finals."
Baz narrowed his eyes as Simon smiled sweetly at him from where he was making the frosting, a beater in one hand and a bag of icing sugar in the other. Penny sat at the table, eyeing the unfrosted ginger cake beside her.
"I feel much better now, trust me," Simon said, dumping the sugar into a metal bowl.
"Well, you could have told us that before we started complimenting and assuring you," Penny said, poking the corner of the cake. "You didn't even try to fight it after the first ten seconds."
Simon shrugged, and Baz rolled his eyes.
Penny looked away from the dessert, gaze flitting to her phone beside it. She checked her inbox, frowning at what she saw. "Agatha called," she said.
Baz raised a brow. "Oh?"
"What did she want?" Simon asked, turning on the beater and whipping the butter and sugar. "Baz, can you pass me the vanilla?"
"Said she was sorry," Penny said, her voice strangely harsh as she read the text message that had followed, "and that she wants to make amends." Penny reached onto the chair beside hers, holding up a small package. "She sent this a day ago, but I figured finals was a bad time to get sucked into the drama again."
Baz grabbed the bottle of vanilla from the cupboard, passing it to Simon before approaching Penny and eyeing the package. "Do you know what it is?"
"Agatha said it was for Simon, and that he could call her about it when he'd seen it."
Baz's brow furrowed, but he only turned to look at Simon who had turned off the beaters and was licking frosting from his fingers.
"I'll open it in just a second," the boy said, walking over to the sink and washing his hands, drying them off and joining Penny and Baz at the table. He took the parcel and turned it over in his hands, giving it a brief shake before shrugging. "I have no clue what it is."
"Open it," Penny said, staring at the brown packaging as though she might see through it.
Simon nodded, and tore an edge, reaching in to pull out the object inside. Dropping the ripped paper onto the table, he stared at the movie he held. "Is this--?"
Baz pressed a hand to his forehead, shutting his eyes in a vain attempt to make the gift go away.
"Twilight," Penny said disbelievingly. "She sent you all five movies of Twilight."
Baz had planned to refuse the offer to watch the movies. He had an excuse prepared and homework that he could spend time on. He expected a few hopeful looks, pleading glances, tentative bargaining.
He had not anticipated the scones.
"They're only for the people watching the movie," Simon informed him, pulling out a plate covered in tin foil from the freezer. "Such a shame you won't be joining us."
Baz raised a brow at the hopeful look Simon was giving him. "You want me to watch the vampire move your ex-girlfriend sent you."
"We can laugh at it together."
"You're going to get into it."
"It will be fun."
"You'll ask me why I don't sparkle."
"I'll even make--wait, what?"
"Baz," Penny called from the living room, "come help me grab the blankets."
Baz left the kitchen, rolling his eyes at the movie menu already queued up on the television. "You're serious about this?"
Penny pointed to the closet by the bedrooms, a bottle of creamer and a jar of instant coffee in her hands. "We're watching all of them tonight," she informed him, setting them down on the table and hurrying to fetch mugs while Baz grabbed cat-patterned blankets from the top shelf of the closet. Really, he told himself, it would be a good thing to stay. If the movies were stupid, he could just fall asleep, and answer the questions the movies gave Simon as quickly as they appeared. Life would be worse if the boy actually thought they were true.
"Ready to start?" Penny called, setting down three mugs with a clatter, arranging them to correlate with each participant in the movie marathon. The one with a sparkly-eyed drawing of a puppy appeared to be for Simon, the one with go away, I'm reading for Penny, and the solid black mug with a pink crown for Baz.
"Ready," Simon answered, hurrying into the living room with a plate of warmed scones and a small bowl of butter. Setting them down beside the coffee supplies, he caught notice of the third mug, turning to Baz happily. "You're staying?"
"We can laugh at them together, like you said."
Simon grinned, sinking into the couch next to Penny and patting the spot beside him, grabbing a kitten blanket from the stack. "Let's start, then," he said.
"Why are they all so pale?"
"They're vampires, Simon," Penny said, concentrated on buttering her scone as the camera zoomed in on the Cullens.
Simon shrugged. "I mean, you can still see their normal skin tones along their neck."
"Snow, it's just a movie," Baz said.
"Yes, but they could--oh look, it's Edward."
All three fell silent as the love interest strode across the cafeteria, looking appropriately brooding and angsty. When the camera showed Bella and Jessica again, Penny waved her scone, clicking her tongue.
"The Cullens are all so high and mighty."
"They remind me of Agatha," Simon said, frowning.
"Remember, Snow, you're the one who wanted to watch the movie."
"I'm just waiting for them to mention something about sparkling. I'm excited for that part."
Baz pressed a hand to his forehead, turning to cast a longing glance at the door. For better or for worse, he was stuck here until the movies ended.
As Bella entered the science classroom, Penny finished off her scone, looking at the plate in disappointment. "We ran out?"
"There's more in the freezer."
Penny reached for the remote and hit pause, yawning as she stood. Grabbing the plate and taking quick strides to the kitchen, she disappeared inside, calling over her shoulder, "I'll be back in a second."
Simon turned to Baz. "So, what do you think of the movie this far?"
Baz shrugged.
"Really, you've got to have more of an opinion than that."
Baz leaned over to take Simon's hand, rewarded with a small smile for the gesture. "It just feels odd to watch it," he said. "I mostly avoid this sort of thing."
Simon nodded, turning back to face the screen and resting his head on Baz's shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't ask you any questions based off the movie," he promised, closing his eyes as Penny returned with a plate of warm scones.
"Let's not say things we don't mean, love."