"That's right, the shop in 20 minutes. Mmm hmm. I'll explain then. Bye Willow." Giles hung up the phone for the last time and sighed. He turned to Stone, "Well, that's all of them."
Stone nodded dumbly. Part of her understood what was happening and part of her just wanted to shut down. Years of training were the only thing keeping her functioning. 'Well that and kindness,' she thought as she watched Giles gather the tea cups and return them to the kitchen.
"We should leave soon," said Giles as he returned from the kitchen. Stone stood up from the couch and knelt to gather he sword and knapsack at her feet.
"Oh," said Giles, " you can leave your things here if you wish. I insist you stay."
Stone grimaced at his choice of words.
"I'm sorry," Giles fumbled, "I really must watch my chose of words. Of course, you can do as you like."
Stone didn't answer him, but set down her pack, pulled out her spare dagger, and stuck it in her boot. "Never leave home unarmed," she said more to herself than to Giles.
He noted her actions, went to the chest behind the couch, and produced a wooden steak. "This may do you more good," he said offering it to her.
"I've got it covered," she said showing the steak in the breast pocket of her coat. "The dagger's because I don't quite know where I stand with your Slayer."
Giles tucked his steak into his own coat pocket. "You and Buffy got of to a bit of a, ah, rocky start. I'm sure things will work themselves out."
It was nearly evening as they left the apartment and headed off the magic shop.
Stone nodded dumbly. Part of her understood what was happening and part of her just wanted to shut down. Years of training were the only thing keeping her functioning. 'Well that and kindness,' she thought as she watched Giles gather the tea cups and return them to the kitchen.
"We should leave soon," said Giles as he returned from the kitchen. Stone stood up from the couch and knelt to gather he sword and knapsack at her feet.
"Oh," said Giles, " you can leave your things here if you wish. I insist you stay."
Stone grimaced at his choice of words.
"I'm sorry," Giles fumbled, "I really must watch my chose of words. Of course, you can do as you like."
Stone didn't answer him, but set down her pack, pulled out her spare dagger, and stuck it in her boot. "Never leave home unarmed," she said more to herself than to Giles.
He noted her actions, went to the chest behind the couch, and produced a wooden steak. "This may do you more good," he said offering it to her.
"I've got it covered," she said showing the steak in the breast pocket of her coat. "The dagger's because I don't quite know where I stand with your Slayer."
Giles tucked his steak into his own coat pocket. "You and Buffy got of to a bit of a, ah, rocky start. I'm sure things will work themselves out."
It was nearly evening as they left the apartment and headed off the magic shop.