A vague disclaimer is no one's friend: I wish I owned every bit of of the fruit Joss Whedon's fertile imagination, if for no other reason than to give Firefly to Nathan Fillion. Sadly, I do not.
With Giles' usual clear head for planning, he and Willow had shipped a fair amount of their important but non-essential magical and/or scholarly items back to Bath. After what had happened to Council Headquarters, who knew what devastation The First would wreak upon Sunnydale. And he was right. There were some useful things, texts on basic mysticism which would be useful in training the new slayers, a few rare magic items that would come in handy sometime.
And then there were the pieces of various robots: Ted; Some bits of April left after she was cannibalized to repair the BuffyBot; The broken remains of the BuffyBot itself.
After the Sunnydale cataclysm, Giles shephered them to Bath. To get a bit of rest, regroup before heading back out into the world seeking new-made young slayers to guide.
Willow was magic-weary - not burnt out precisely, but her personal reserves were very nearly as drained as they had been this time last year. So it was good to have a purely intellectual puzzle for her to work on. The robots filled that need nicely. The results she got were just so unexpected.
Giles spent several hours cleaning his glasses after stumbling upon the frankenstein of April's nubile body with Ted's head attached. Mind, it was not the sight of the thing that did Giles in. It was the sight of what it was doing. The android bounced up and down on its toes while Ted stared down at April's perky bosom.
