"Buffy: Slayer of Vampires."
"It's not like you've never seen Xander before," Dawn says, helping me set the dinning room table. "Why the good stuff?"
"Because it's been two years," I say. "Doesn't Xan rate good dishes and place settings?"
"I guess," she says before perking up. "Can I invite Andrew over too? He's in town."
I roll my eyes (but in a good way). "Just what I need. Super geek picking my brain for more high school stories."
"Did Principal Flutie really get eaten by hyena people?"
I laugh. "No. I made that up. Job promotion in neighboring county wasn't interesting enough for Andrew. Xan really was almost eaten by a praying mantis lady, though. That was interesting. As long as our house doesn't become a tourist attraction, I'll be ok."
"Spike can hire himself out for pictures." Dawn laughs.
I look up, thoughts on Andrew's show. "What's up with the title, though? 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer'? Who wants to put that on the air?"
Dawn shrugs. "The big brass made him change it from 'Buffy, Slayer of the Vampires.' Said their way flowed more." She shrugs again. "And it's the WB. What do they really have to lose? When I'm on the show, I hope Andrew casts someone cool to play me."
"What? And go against real life?" I joke. Dawn smacks my arm. "Hey! Ow! Slayer Strength!"
"Sorry."
"He's done pretty good with casting so far," I point out. "Can't really complain. In real life, I don't need a stunt double."
"So can I invite Andrew?" Dawn asks. "Pretty please, Buffy?"
"Ok. But tell him not to pester Xander with too many questions. This is supposed to be a nice relaxing visit. And Spike wants a real British guy to play him--not 'some yank putting on an accent.'"
"They haven't cast season 2 yet," Dawn says, heading for the phone to call Andrew. "When they do, I'll get Spike the heads up."
"He wants to sit in on the auditions!" I yell after her, fixing the little napkin sculpture I made.