"Like," Xander almost started to tell her something but then stopped himself, realizing even in his addled state that talking about that particular thing was a little too personal to be sharing with a neighbor. It was by far not the most personal thing, but still too much. Instead, he settled for one he didn't think Dark knew he knew. "Like the fact that sometimes, late at night, he sneaks downstairs for a snack, and it's almost always cheese straight from the fridge," Xander smirked.