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There's been angsty sadness in the last couple chapters, so here's some fluff. I can't imagine Ted and Robin being into musicals, but definitely the other three.

Set in Spring/ Summer 2011, around the end of Season 6. I don't own any of the films, musicals, or lyrics used.

Mormons

"A friend of mine went to see The Book of Mormon at the weekend," she supplies.

"Was it any good? It's supposed to be amazing, but- mmm, I don't know,"

"She loved it. Why aren't you keen?"

"I'm not sure about modern musicals. It doesn't really seem right,"

"How d'you work that out?"

"Call me old fashioned, Lily, but to me a musical isn't a musical unless it's been made into a film with that roaring lion Paramount thing at the beginning,"

"Aaw. You're a sucker for the oldies, then?"

Barney shrugs, "I guess. Julie Andrews is damn sexy in a nun's habit,"

She gives him a weird look, "I think I'm going to pretend you didn't say that,"

"Oh, and tell me you don't sometimes think about having a go on Dick van Dyke's chimney sweeper,"

"Is that supposed to be a euphemism?"

He twigs a suggestive eyebrow at her, and she can't help but giggle.

"Are they your favourites then- Mary Poppins and The Sound of Music?"

"Nah. Favourite musical?…the prison chicks in Chicago are hot, but Guys and Dolls is probably my all-time favourite. Luck if you've ever been a lady to begin with..." he sings, beaming, "Luck be a lady tonight. What's yours then?"

"Mamma Mia," Lily replies instantly.

"Oh, give me a break," he pulls a face, "What, do you and Marshall re-enact the S.O.S scene or something?"

"Maybe," she laughs, doing a bad job at indifference.

"That Brosnan dude was a decent James Bond," Barney grumbles, "And then he had to ruin it by being in an ABBA film. Way to lose your awesome points, bro,"

"I think you're probably right. He butchered that version of…well, everything in Mamma Mia,"

"See, you wouldn't catch Sean Connery doing that,"

"Well, no you wouldn't," she admits, "But it's a good stage musical,"

"I'll take your word for that,"

He wanders into the kitchen, singing as he goes, "For the devil will drag you under, by the sharp lapel of your chequered coat- I think that song's about me, you know. Drinking, gambling, suits, Satan; I'm basically Sky Masterson,"

"What happened to Bond? I thought you reckoned you were James Bond,"

He takes a beer from her fridge and shrugs, "I guess I'm awesome enough to be both,"

If you haven't watched NPH host the Tony Awards, what have you been doing with your life?