Me: Huh?

H: Small, blonde, annoying, not as cute as me, currently sitting on the sofa watching Blake's 7?

M: Oh yeah, that's the meep!Andrew muse.

H: Any particular reason for bringing another little blonde boy in?

M: *narrows eyes* You'd better not hound him under the drier like you did the innocent!Harper muse.

H: Me? Would I do something like that?

M: *silence*

H: Okay, okay. I would, but do you blame me? I have to take out the competition. Remember the whole 'lack of sex = puff of smoke' thing?

M: He's not competition, look: half a page of Tyr/Harper comfort sex.

H: That looks like half a page of conversation to me. No sex there.

M: There will be! Eventually.

H: That's what you always say. And don't think I didn't see you sneaking off for a quickie with Rivier's muses yesterday. Not that it got you anywhere, too much plot for you handle?

M: Oh this is so not the way to get me to write sex scenes for you. I think I feel an Andrew sex scene coming on...

Meep!Andrew muse: Oh God, not the one with the oven gloves?

M: *grins*

A: Jeeze, that one is embarrassing. Who has sex in oven gloves?

H: Where are you from, anyway?

A: Oh hi, I'm from Buffy the Vampir...

H: *hysterical laughter* Buffy? You're a Buffy muse?

A: Yeah, so?

H: Buffy fanfic. I never thought you'd sink that low. Weren't you badmouthing Buffy fic on the AJCS list a couple of months ago?

M: Uhm, I don't think I actually sent that e-mail. Besides, I don't read Buffy fic, I just get the occasional bunny about meep!Andrew.

A: Uh, yeah... about that name? It's not very manly. And since I was evil and everything, I think I should get a cooler sounding name.

M: Heh. slut!Harper... go do the thing with the cheese spread and the sticky tape.

H: *evil laughter*

A: MEEP!

M: I rest my case.