Cravingly Yours

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, et al., own the wondrous Buffyverse. Also my soul, but that's worth less.

Summary: Buffy craves vitamins. Tara craves sleep. Dawn craves attention. And so on.

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Dawn wanted attention. It was her only thought when she absently stroked the innocently glowing magical amulet on the shelf she'd been smearing dust around on for the past hour. It was her last thought before the small world of Sunnydale, for the 3.5th time, underwent an unnoticed flip-flop of a corner of the fabric of the universe.

And Dawn sprouted hooves.

And then some One out in the ether raised a metaphysical hand to a metaphorical mouth and gravely uttered, "Ooops."

This was followed by a ponderous, "Oh, Me."

A few other Beings gathered around to watch the fall out, drawing up a philological card game to occupy the intervening light-time-transference.