(Dawn, Buffy, Willow)
Growing up the Sunnydale Way
The lake glimmered, where it was not hidden by plant life: lots of tiny leaves of green and the occasional white flower. Spring was on the air. The air tasted sweet and fresh again. Dawn smiled and announced, "Here."
"Here?" Buffy replied, eyes narrowing.
"Here looks great!" Willow said quickly before any explosions of the sibling variety could eventuate. Buffy shrugged.
"Great," Dawn said, shaking out the picnic blanket she'd been carrying. It neatly covered a patch of grass beneath the nearest tree to the lake.
"It looks great," Buffy relented.
"It does," Willow agreed. "And isn't this the perfect day for a picnic?"
"No demons, death or detention," Dawn said. "That's always a win."
"That's my sister," Buffy said, with a small smile. "Growing up the Sunnydale way."
"You're one of us now," Willow added. "Isn't she, Buff?"
"You're getting there," Buffy said to Dawn, who rolled her eyes, but smiled.
"Whatever." Dawn nodded at the picnic basket. "Let's eat before Sunnydale happens again."
fin.
