Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, or any of its wonderfully thought out - if annoying at times - characters. I just parade them around for my sick amusement.
Obvious
"So Watcher's get paid by the Watcher's Council right?" Buffy twirled her hair, looking the picture perfect dumb-blonde.
Merrick gave her a 'yes, that's obvious' look.
She rolled her eyes before continuing. "So why aren't Slayer's paid?"
He looked at her blankly.
"Come on!" She sat up straight before leaning forwards, towards him. "You gotta' see how good that would be. I mean, the Watcher's want the Slayer to focus on fighting evil, right? Well how's she gonna' focus well if she's having to worry about food, and clothes, and where she's gonna' sleep.
"It's bad enough you guys expect her to fight the forces of darkness all night long, do you really expect her to work all day too, and still be in top fighting form?"
Merrick blinked rapidly. He had to remind himself that bashing his head against the wall was not cohesive to thinking.
"And then what about weapons?" Buffy continued her little rant, completely oblivious to the conflicting thoughts running through her Watcher's head. "I mean, I can whittle stakes to kingdom come but sometimes you need something bigger and sharper. So, not only do they expect her to have a job to pay the bills, and fight the forces of darkness, they also expect her to buy the expensive weapons and pay for the new clothes to replace the ones that get shredded every night?"
He really wanted to hit himself. In the head. Repeatedly.
This…girl. It took the Watcher's Council this girl to point out a flaw in their system? An obvious flaw?
He needed a drink.