Spike walked into the room. "Slayer, what the bloody hell are you doing?"
Buffy, slightly startled, dropped the needles she was holding. "Nothing, I was bored that's all, and besides what are you doing here?"
He raised one eyebrow. "Never mind why I am here. You were bored, so you were doing that?" Spike gestured broadly toward her.
Buffy shrugged, and picked up her needles again. "Sure, why not? It's relaxing."
Spike crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned back against the wall. "Riiiight, want to explain how that is relaxing?"
She shrugged once again, and continued with what she was doing. "I don't know. It just is."
Before he could stop himself he broke out into a fit of laughter. "The bloody fucking slayer knits. Now, there's something to make a guy laugh."
Buffy finished the row she was working on. Then took the free knitting needle, and threw it at him. It landed sticking out of his chest right where his heart was. "Be glad it wasn't wooden."
Spike pulled the knitting needle out and tossed it back to her. "Be happy I'm not human, and can't die from laughter."
The End