"New bedding?" Laslow questioned as he started tidying around Xander's quarters. At first, Xander hadn't wanted to move into the space that had been his father's, but it was finally starting to feel like it belonged to him.

"This bed is larger," Xander replied. Laslow was supposed to be on house-arrest, again, though Xander was wise to Laslow's ways. Still, he'd promised punishment and he could at least pretend that it had happened if he did this. "And the nights are getting colder."

"You'll have to find somebody to share with," Laslow noted.

"An excellent suggestion, Laslow. Consider yourself volunteered."