There was a pause as both girls processed the information, which was shortly followed by a bout of furious activity. Both their faces lit up, as they looked first at each other, then to their other friend.

"Will!" Tiffany yelled, darting towards the male. Emily promptly squeed, and proceeded to cut Tiffany off. Jumping at Will, she wrapped her arms around the tall figure, giving him an exuberant hug.

"I feel like the bloody Beatles," he said in his British accent, returning the hug a bit hesitantly.

Before Emily could even laugh, Tiffany was doing as just she'd promised earlier. "She dressed Giles in drag!" the girl yelled, pointing at Emily.

"Well, she lied to him!" Emily inserted, stepping away from Will. Tiffany was standing before the surprise guest with her hands balled into fists and her jaw clenched.

"Okay, calm down," Will stated, slowly, "First of all, Giles? Secondly, stop yelling; I've heard the argument six times. Third, you finally got Gerard to hang out with you?"

Tiffany gave a growl of frustration and gave a quick, rambling explanation. "Yes, Giles, and I'm all powerful which I think I've told you before, but you never really listen to me, and now that I'm saying that I realize it has nothing to with what I was saying…" she took a deep, deeply needed breath and then spoke again, "Also, I'm not yelling now, and Gerard and I are dating."

Will gave a nod. "Well, isn't that dandy," he deadpanned.

"Extra dandy, now would you yell at her?" Tiffany inquired angrily, pointing at Emily.

"I'm not her father," Will said, rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to yell at her…for that," he turned to Emily, glaring a smidge. "Now, Miss Procrastinator Boots, you haven't updated your site in a month," he scolded. "But I have stuff for you in my car," he added, his scorn vanishing into a smile.

"Presents? She doesn't update and gets presents!" Tiffany growled, throwing her hands into the air.

"They're Cure Albums," Will stated, glancing at Tiffany, "I owe her."

Tiffany looked downtrodden, but knew that if Will had brought Emily Cure Albums… then, well, she must deserve them for some reason or another. She did write a lot of stuff for her older friend, make him graphics for his site, send him things in the mail; it made sense. Tiffany had been busy with Gerard for a year, after all. She had, however, published a book about My Chemical Romance, which sold quite well, and was an accomplishment for her.

"Even if you didn't get anything, have you ever seen Emily without her Cure quota?" Giles pondered, interrupting Tiffany's thoughts. "I've met nicer demons," he said, reminiscing, "I almost lost my manhood once…"

Tiffany gave a horrified squeak, trying not to imagine anything about Giles' manhood. "Shut up!" she said, following the statement with a high-pitched whine.

Will snickered, but Tiffany didn't allow him to reply. "Keep them occupied while I check out," she said, retrieving her t-shirts and the few accessories she'd picked out from where they'd fallen to the floor, during her small episode. Gerard once again offered Tiffany her drink, but she refused.

"Uh, we have to check out, too." Emily piped up, weakly. She knew that would only further enrage her friend.

Tiffany growled in annoyance, as she took Gerard's hand and headed over to the counter to make her purchases. Emily followed, loaded down with clothing and miscellaneous items, while Giles retrieved his items and followed Emily across the store.

Giles put his things on the counter, and Emily piled her things on top of them, throwing down a corset top of her own, another pair of bondage pants, a studded belt, a few buttons, and one Cure T-shirt. She smile at her fiancé, leaning with her back against the counter to look up at him.

"You already have that shirt," Tiffany observed, pointing at the Bloodflowers Cure shirt that was being rung up. She sipped thoughtfully on the frappuchino that she'd decided to take from her boyfriend after all.

"It ripped…in half," Emily informed, not looking at her friends as the cashier added up the items.

Will and Emily gasped simultaneously. "You let someone rip your Cure shirt?" Tiffany inquired, horrified.

"More importantly, a Cure shirt with Robert Smith's face on it?" Will inserted, practically catatonic with shock. He was staring at the tiny woman intently, expecting some story of near-death to spill forth from her at any second. However, she merely blushed, looking down in embarrassment.

"I almost died," Giles inserted, causing Tiffany and Will to stare at him. He pulled out his wallet, paying the cashier and taking the very large bag from her. Having paid for all their purchases, the group exited the store, walking out into the main lobby of the mall. "It took forever for me to make it up to her," he continued, "I had to-"

Tiffany cut the ex-Watcher off. "I beg you not to finish that sentence…" she said, wincing.

Will snickered a bit, and then sobered quite abruptly, stopping in the middle of the lobby. "What?" he frowned, confused. "Have I missed something?" he asked, looking between Giles and Emily.

"Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that not only did she have him dressed as a slut…they're engaged! She's engaged to a former librarian!" Tiffany inserted, holding her Hot Topic bag in front of her and narrowing her eyes at the couple she was speaking about.

Will paused, looking shocked and then a grin formed on his face. "Late April Fools?" he asked, grinning.

Tiffany shook her head, firmly.

"Balder's Day?"

A hint of desperation entered his tone as he looked at Emily and Giles, studying their expressions with a bewildered look firmly plastered on his own face.

Once again, Tiffany shook her head and so did Emily.

"Rash Hashanah…" Will asked, his desperation reaching its peak.

"No, we're really together…" Emily stated, as Giles tucked a piece of hair out of her face and wrapped an arm around her.

"Oh bloody hell," Will mumbled, shaking his head, as Tiffany sighed deeply. The group resumed its walking, heading toward the mall exit. He noticed that Emily and Giles were now hand in hand.

"We need to talk," Will said ominously as the quintet exited the mall, slightly blinded by the change of lighting. He was obviously talking to Emily, who immediately frowned.

"Told you! You're so in trouble…" Tiffany mocked, linking arms with Gerard.

No one said anything, but Tiffany couldn't help but smirk. "I'll see you all tonight," she said, knowing it would be best to retreat now. Then, she and Gerard were gone. They were headed to the comic book store, much to Gerard's delight.

"We must converse over Cure," Will said, somberly, watching the pair leave. Emily nodded, following Will, who was leading her towards his beloved black PT Cruiser. Giles walked with them, still holding his fiancé's hand.

"Without the librarian-" Will said, shaking his head sadly. Emily gave Giles a pleading look, but he already understood. He placed one hand on her back and gave her quick kiss on the forehead, telling her to have fun and bring Will over for dinner if she'd like. She smiled as he walked towards his own vehicle, laden with plastic shopping bags, his coat billowing slightly, and wondered how she'd managed to find such a wonderful man. She then laughed as she got into the passenger seat of Will's car, remembering the embarrassing event. He looked at her oddly. They had much to discuss.