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Author's Note: I've had a lot of people ask that I continue the daniel and buffy story, but I found that I just can't keep that light hearted tone for very long. So, I've decided to do a series of drabbles (it will be very sporadic...) or drabble-ish continuing pieces.

Daniel settled into the couch with a thick book and looked across the room to where his wife was dancing to music he couldn't hear. They'd hardly had a conversation since she had bought the CD two days ago. She had amazing stamina; he had trouble believing that anyone could dance as long as she had been without falling to the floor in exhaustion. He smiled at her, then returned to his book, a grimoire of a Sumerian Priest.

"Wow! That would be sooo neat!" Buffy was suddenly leaning over his shoulder.

"What would be sooo neat?" Daniel asked, having no clue what his wife was talking about.

"Imagine the hit you'd be at college parties being able to keep the keg full like that!?"

Daniel realized she was reading his book, "You can read Sumerian?" Daniel had learned that his wife was smarter than she pretended to be, but Sumerian?

"Who can't these days? Had to learn in high school."

"In high school?" Hadn't she told him she went to a public school? What public school taught it's students ancient Sumerian?