In the kitchen, Jet was a bit dismayed as he removed the overcooked vegetables from the stove. He poked a piece of asparagus with a fork; it was as limp and lifeless as a ramen noodle. "Hey, Edward," he called. Ed ran up to him from the living space, her bare feet clapping on the floor as she came. She grinned at Jet when she reached him.

"Yeeeeees?" She sang.

"Go get Spike and Faye for dinner, will ya? I don't want them to miss it again," he requested.

"Okey-dokey, Papa Jet!" she rang, and grabbed two pots and a wooden spoon. Jet rolled his eyes at her harebrained method as he chuckled to himself.

Spike lay peacefully next to Faye on his bed, facing her admirably. Faye was awake, but her eyes were closed, as she absorbed the feeling of Spike slowly and tenderly massaging between her legs. "Hmm. Now that's what I was expecting from you, Spike Spiegel," she chuckled sensually. "For a while though, I was beginning to wonder what it would take for me to get you to say my name," she joked with him. Spike paused his speech. Having in mind a potentially inflammatory remark, he quickly thought of something else to say.

"It felt pretty good, too… saying your name. Made it even more incredible," he replied candidly. Faye smiled, her eyes still closed.

"So, I'm incredible, huh?" she said, nuzzling her head closer to him.

"You're incredible, Faye," said Spike, exhaling a breath of her sweet scent.

"That's always a good thing to hear," she smirked.

"Don't get too used to it," grinned Spike, with restored wit.

"Mm," she hummed absently, in response to both his snide comment and the continuing movement of his fingers. Spike grinned and moved his nose to the side of her raven head, inhaling the fragrant scent of her shampoo. Faye softly glided a finger along his jaw. Her fingertips lightly massaged his scalp and intertwined with the unruly mop of forest green waves, reminding Spike of a good reason to have stuck with the shirt.

Just then, the couple was startled by an unbearably loud clang! clang! clang! echoing the halls.

"It's dinner time! It's dinner time! Spike-person, Faye-Faye, Papa Jet, Ein and even Edward!" the girl sang merrily through the corridors. "Time to eat your vegetables!" she roared like an Ed monster. Spike's already exhausted muscles tensed as Faye's heart pounded from shock.

"Shit!" Spike moaned, calming himself from Ed's ridiculously raucous start. "That damn kid," he growled. "She could wake up the entire galaxy if only she tried hard enough."

"Tell me about it," Faye grumbled, rolling into a fetal position toward him.

"Spike and Faye! Faye and Spike!
Who feels hungry? Faye and Spike!"

The child cheered, standing right outside of Spike's door, clanging her pot drum with her spoon mallet, wearing her stylish pot helmet. Spike hugged Faye to him, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Faye and Spike! Spike and Faye!
Eat your veggies all away!"

She continued.

"Ed!" Spike shouted through the door, violently shooting upright. "I'll give you my next bounty if you please stop making that god-awful noise!"

"Only if you come out and eat your din-din!" Ed shouted back.

"Fine!" he yelled. "Give us a minute!"

"Okey-dokey! Ed will be waiting!" Satisfied, Edward returned to the kitchen to get her serving of overcooked vegetables.

It was another ten minutes before Ed's ears heard Spike descending the iron stairs, followed by a slightly grumpy Faye. "You finally made it!" the girl shouted gleefully, a slice of red bell pepper drooping from her fingertips.

"Where have you guys been?" asked Jet, just then realizing that may have been an inappropriate question.

"Upstairs," Spike replied coolly. "Where else?" Jet sighed, relieved by the lack of description. Spike made his way into the kitchen to fix himself a plate. As he scooped up the food, he realized how soggy the vegetables were. He prepared a rather large serving, in spite of its appearance. Coming back in to where the rest sat, Spike took a seat on the couch. "Wow, Jet. It still looks like shit, but for once it doesn't taste like it," Spike commented.

"Woo-hoo," Jet replied unenthusiastically. "I deserve a medal." Spike looked over at Faye, resting on the opposite end of the couch. "Not hungry, Faye?" Jet inquired, noticing her lack of appetite as well.

"It may look like crap, but really it's not that bad," Spike 'helpfully' informed, smiling. Jet glared at his younger partner, who shrugged in response.

"Eat up, Faye-Faye!" Ed encouraged her.

"Oh alright," Faye replied finally. "I'm not gonna let myself starve. I'm just a little tired, that's all."

"Oh. Did I wear you out, Faye? Perhaps I am a bit much…" Spike said egotistically.

"Shut up, Spike," Faye replied with a smirk, laying her head on her arm.

"Spike!" Jet interjected. "There's a kid in the room!" Spike looked around and noticed Ed, seemingly absent from the conversation, merrily nibbling her veggies, feeding a piece or two to Ein.

"Apologies, Ed," he said with mock sincerity, not thinking Ed was hearing him.

"It's nothing, Spike-person!" she sang over her shoulder. Spike looked at her, surprised. Ignoring the incident, Jet showed his concern.

"You sure you're not hungry, Faye?"

"I'm hungry, I'm just feeling a little lethargic," Faye answered him. "I'll eat if someone gets me some food," she resolved, giving a sideways glance at Spike. Spike, not looking up from his plate, casually stated,

"You heard the woman, Jet," chewing on a slightly burnt chunk of beef.

"Yeah, but you didn't see her," Jet replied. Spike looked up to see the eyes of both Jet and Faye, pressuring him to make a move. Defeated, Spike slumped off the couch and slouched into the kitchen.

"Hope this doesn't become a habit," he complained. "I'm no butler. I thought that's what Ed was for."

"Hey!" Ed shouted indignantly.

With Spike out of the room, Jet and Faye chatted informally. "Well, you two seem to be getting along better than usual," Jet observed.

"Yeah," she replied. "I was finally able to scrape through that tough-guy exterior." She made a clawing action with her hand.

"You mean there's something under that?" Jet joked.

"I know, hard to believe, isn't it?" Faye laughed. Just then, Spike returned with a plate of luke-warm food for Faye.

"Shall I feed it to you, your majesty?" he asked snidely, regally presenting her with the dish. Faye flashed him a seductive smile.

"Well, since you offered…"

"Nevermind; I'm rescinding it," he said, waiting for her to take the food. She took it, paying him little mind. As he retook his seat at the end of the couch and finished eating, Faye sighed to herself. The sweet, romantic Spike was fun while he lasted, she thought. Can't count on him sticking around forever. Oh well. A smile came to her face as she somehow knew that she'd be able to count on a special guest appearance every once in a while.