"Ah, the yummy and creamy goodness of a Twinkie!" Xander happily, just seconds before he crammed the whole processed dessert in his mouth.
"Xander! Ick! Haven't you seen that experiment on the Internet? The one where Twinkies were proven to not be food or even edible?" Willow said, as she stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"Seem edible enough to me," he replied, though it came out more, "Shem em-mm nnnn oo e." Years of knowing Xander allowed Willow to translate the "Stuffed Face Speak."
"I'll have to agree with Will here. Ever read the ingredients? What the heck is Polysobri-whatever, and why would you want that kind of stuff in your body?" Buffy added, her own disgust apparent as she swirled a spoon in her yogurt.
"I'll have you know Twinkies and Ho-Ho's are in one of the major food groups." Xander sniffed, and then licked the bits of cream off of his fingers.
"Which one, the Fake Food group?" Buffy asked. Xander just shook his head, and his hand snaked out to grab a fry from Willow's plate. She slapped his hand away, but at his wounded puppy look, she just sighed, and with a small smile, slid her tray closer to Xander. He grinned and dove in hungrily.
Buffy shook her head, still wondering how he could eat so much, yet still stay skinny. Only her Slayer metabolism helped her from having huge hips. She spooned up some yogurt, and continued eating her lunch.
Willow's head perked up, as she caught a disturbing presence in the cafeteria. "Hey, Snyder alert!"
Xander also glanced over, noting the other students giving him a wide berth, "Great, what dastardly deeds is the Trollman planning now?" He grimaced as he saw Snyder was heading for _their_ table. Then a piece of food flew past the Principal's nose. Larry was up to his old tricks again. Snyder quickly turned, and cornered his new victim. The whole table gave a sigh of relief at the danger abated.
"Um, so Buffy, anything big happen last night?" Willow then asked.
"Not much. I came, I saw, I slayed. Just the usual." Buffy shrugged indifferently.
"Ah, the Slayer's exciting nightlife." Xander said, "Glad to see the end of the world isn't coming again."
"Not yet anyway. Giles wanted to meet with me later. More practice. He said something about trying new techniques." Buffy said, and then checked her watch, "In fact, I should get going. Got a physics test to fail."
"Buffy, you're not going to fail. What about all that studying we did last weekend?" Willow said.
"Uh, Will? Remember? That creepy janitor? Demonic Mr. Clean on rampage?" Buffy reminded her of when they tried to study at the library.
"Oh, yeah." Willow said sadly, and then brightened for a moment, "Well, good luck."
"You have my sympathies, Buff. Got a Trig test to bomb on, myself. Later, ladies." Xander nodded his goodbye as he left. He didn't see the pair of eyes in the darkness following him, calculating, planning.
"Xander! Ick! Haven't you seen that experiment on the Internet? The one where Twinkies were proven to not be food or even edible?" Willow said, as she stuck her tongue out in disgust.
"Seem edible enough to me," he replied, though it came out more, "Shem em-mm nnnn oo e." Years of knowing Xander allowed Willow to translate the "Stuffed Face Speak."
"I'll have to agree with Will here. Ever read the ingredients? What the heck is Polysobri-whatever, and why would you want that kind of stuff in your body?" Buffy added, her own disgust apparent as she swirled a spoon in her yogurt.
"I'll have you know Twinkies and Ho-Ho's are in one of the major food groups." Xander sniffed, and then licked the bits of cream off of his fingers.
"Which one, the Fake Food group?" Buffy asked. Xander just shook his head, and his hand snaked out to grab a fry from Willow's plate. She slapped his hand away, but at his wounded puppy look, she just sighed, and with a small smile, slid her tray closer to Xander. He grinned and dove in hungrily.
Buffy shook her head, still wondering how he could eat so much, yet still stay skinny. Only her Slayer metabolism helped her from having huge hips. She spooned up some yogurt, and continued eating her lunch.
Willow's head perked up, as she caught a disturbing presence in the cafeteria. "Hey, Snyder alert!"
Xander also glanced over, noting the other students giving him a wide berth, "Great, what dastardly deeds is the Trollman planning now?" He grimaced as he saw Snyder was heading for _their_ table. Then a piece of food flew past the Principal's nose. Larry was up to his old tricks again. Snyder quickly turned, and cornered his new victim. The whole table gave a sigh of relief at the danger abated.
"Um, so Buffy, anything big happen last night?" Willow then asked.
"Not much. I came, I saw, I slayed. Just the usual." Buffy shrugged indifferently.
"Ah, the Slayer's exciting nightlife." Xander said, "Glad to see the end of the world isn't coming again."
"Not yet anyway. Giles wanted to meet with me later. More practice. He said something about trying new techniques." Buffy said, and then checked her watch, "In fact, I should get going. Got a physics test to fail."
"Buffy, you're not going to fail. What about all that studying we did last weekend?" Willow said.
"Uh, Will? Remember? That creepy janitor? Demonic Mr. Clean on rampage?" Buffy reminded her of when they tried to study at the library.
"Oh, yeah." Willow said sadly, and then brightened for a moment, "Well, good luck."
"You have my sympathies, Buff. Got a Trig test to bomb on, myself. Later, ladies." Xander nodded his goodbye as he left. He didn't see the pair of eyes in the darkness following him, calculating, planning.
