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Good morning, Wonderland!

[ And it is morning. Technically. It's a good five hours past midnight, which means everyone should have had plenty of opportunity to get some sleep. Five hours! That's almost half the morning gone already! Get cracking, kids!

Leslie, some might say, is already cracking. She's sitting at her desk, hands folded neatly in front of her, beaming sunnily at the camera.

The empty whipped-cream-with-a-dash-of-frappuccino cup at her elbow might have something to do with that. ]

I'm Leslie Knope. And I just wanted to say, Wonderland is amazing! I mean, it's no Pawnee, but hey, we can't all be the best town in America, right? [ She laughs, even if no one else does. ] But seriously. Community gardens, magic closets - and free, neighborhood-wide, all-inclusive public events every two weeks? I mean, someone up there has their recreation committee whipped into shape, am I right?

[ She pauses briefly to stare pensively into space, apparently speaking to herself. ]

Boy, I'd love to get a look at their planner.

[ ...

Oh, right. On camera. ]

Anyway! So, we've established, umm...Wonderland is great, Pawnee is better...oh!

[ Leslie stares intently into the camera, her expression suddenly serious. ]

There's just one problem.

[ She pans the camera over to the far corner of her desk, revealing what might be the saddest waffle anyone has ever seen. It's somehow both burnt and undercooked, the syrup is thin and runny, and there's not a dollop of whipped cream to be seen. ]

Where can I get a decent waffle around here?

[Ben has taken up residence in a chair in her office, but he waits til she's done with her waffle diatribe before commenting.]

You forgot to mention that there are actual superheroes here too. Rocket Raccoon threatened to shoot me!

[That isn't something to be this excited about, Ben.]

Someone threatened to shoot you?

[ Her waffle woes forgotten, Leslie turns to stare at Ben, aghast. Naturally, his excitement goes right over her head. Because a) she has no idea who Rocket Raccoon is and b) he almost got shot. ]

Oh my God, Ben! That's terrible! What happened? [ She gasps. ] Did you have to fight for your life? A no-holds-barred, shirtless brawl?

It's okay! [He walks over to her, touching her arm.] It's a comic book character. I knew how to calm him down. [Mostly just by promising not to call him a raccoon again, which had been the problem.]

I'm fine, I promise. And... still wearing a shirt.

Yeah.

[ It's true, he is. Leslie sighs in resigned disappointment, considering Ben's tragically-shirted form. After a moment, she brightens. ]

Well, there's always next time.

[He rolls his eyes, looking amused.]

And if you want my shirt off, you don't need to wait for a raccoon to threaten me, you know.

[ Leslie blinks at him, wide-eyed, trying and failing to look innocent. ]

Me? Want your shirt off? Why...why would I want that? Why would I care about seeing your lithe, muscled torso, lightly glistening with sweat, body still pumping with adrenaline, triumphant in your victory and brimming with vitality after your brush with death...

[ She's getting off track here, a little. Leslie trails off, staring into the distance, then blinks, shaking her head. ]

What...wait, what were we talking about?

[He just looks amused and reaches over to squeeze her arm.] I appreciate your confidence that I'd win against a space raccoon.

[He is less confident. But he won't ruin her fantasy.]

[ She smiles when he touches her, as always inordinately pleased at any physical contact from Ben. But she just rolls her eyes, shaking her head dismissively. ]

Well, of course you could. It's a raccoon, Ben.

A raccoon with a lot of guns. And a talking tree. [It's comics, Leslie, just go with it.]

[ Leslie opens her mouth to respond, and then stops, frowning in confusion. Talking tree. Something about that is ringing a bell. ]

Ben,

[ Oh, no. She speaks slowly, giving him a knowing, serious expression. ]

Have you been having all-night Lord of the Rings marathons again? You know we've talked about this, it's not healthy to watch those movies for more than six hours straight -

[ Already, she's looking him over, assessing the damage. No Letters to Cleo T-shirt. His hair's relatively tamed. Surreptitiously, she reaches for his wrist, checking to see if he's any skinnier than normal. ]

When was the last time you ate something that wasn't a calzone?

[ He hears what this woman is saying. The sentences connect. It's all comprehensible, technically speaking. She even keeps to reasonable hours of social discussion, in his opinion.

Comprehensible, reasonable, yet impossible to grasp. She is an enigma. Raymond still responds in relatively quick time, a mug of hot water and a plain English muffin resting on the table at his side. His response is stoic in all respects. It's basically like getting a reply from an eloquent statue. ]

We have all been forcibly abducted to this unknown location and held against our will. Several sources have attempted to explain to me that magic exists in reality. As though I were a gullible child. The community garden is a vessel through which chaos spreads its unfeeling, tomato-treading fingers on a whim.

[ He takes a drink of water. ]

This mansion... stinks.

[ Community input!! Leslie sits up straight, listening to the man attentively. He sounds a little like someone from one of Ben's TV shows. The ones where they talk about things like oscillating warp drive plasma arrays and yell at the computer a lot.

Until the end. She blinks, momentarily stunned into silence. ]

That's...that's a very strong sentiment, sir.

[ Stinks? Stinks? Eagleton stinks. Libraries stink. Wonderland may not be Pawnee, but come on. Magic closets. Leslie smiles encouragingly. ]

I'm sure that you can think of something you love about this place. C'mon. One thing.

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