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Spike never would have thought they could arrange for movies up here, but hell, somehow Beth's done it. He thinks it probably involves that old TV set he brought back from the Bebop, but really, he has no fucking idea. He pushes the door open and flicks on the light switch with his shoulder, setting down the food.

"Chocolate strawberries, ice cream, a movie, and you. Sounds about like heaven." Hands free, he settles them around Beth's waist.