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Schwartz was next and as Kit put it everyone grab a weapon cause Farfie's home. Which was followed by both Meg and Aya smacking her. Plodding up the steps everyone decided to get acquainted, well everyone except Aya that is. The Weiss boys mainly asked why they were going shopping and how old are you, are you single questions from Youji. He backed off a little after he found out that Meg was younger than Kit and Kit didn't meet his 18 and over standards.

"So exactly how did you get here?" Omi asked Meg.

"Ah and the intelligent one speaks!" Kit giggled as she stuffed another stick of Pocky in her mouth.

Meg sighed and whapped Kit again, "We're the author's of this so we just poofed here."

"Wow poofed is real technical," Ken mumbled.

"Well I poof lots of things back home in Insanity," Kit added.

"I'm not asking," Ken replied turning towards Meg.

"Our little fan world. Trust me you'll see it someday," Meg laughed.

When they finally reached their destination they were greeted by choice shiny objects courtesy of Farfarello. Thankfully enough Aya was in the lead. Kit glomped his arm and pulled him through the door with the rest tagging behind looking utterly confused. Farfarello pulled out another knife and was ready to drive it straight into someone's head when Kit snapped her fingers and it change to a lotus. Schuldig popped his head out from the kitchen and observed the scene.

"Crawford go for it," the German replied turning back to his brownies.

Crawford didn't even look up from his computer before calling Farfarello back into the kitchen. Grabbing the leash hanging off the desk leg he attached Farfarello to it. Schuldig tossed him a large brownie crumb at Farfie, who caught and looked as to be begging for more. Nagi absently patted Farfarello on the head and went back to his homework.

"So you must be the to psychos coming to take us shopping," Crawford snorted accusingly.

"Oh I'm hurt!" Kit whined wiping away a pretend tear, "Anyway since you already know what's up then let's go-go-go!"

The other three looked more lost then a cow in a pasture with palm trees. Schuldig looked woefully at his brownies before Crawford pushed him off his chair. The rest filed out the door and down to the awaiting cars with Kit and unhappy Aya tailing behind them.