Old Now
"Hello!" Dawn called as she opened the door.
"Hey, it's the graduate!" Willow greeted.
"Dawnie!!" Xander's two-year-old hugged Dawn's knees.
"Happy birthday!" Dawn said to her sister. "God, thirty! That's, like, dead!"
"Yeah, Buff's the last to go ancient."
Dawn's arms enveloped Xander's soft middle. "How's the slayage been, guys?"
Dawn followed them into the living room.
"So . . . " Dawn said. "Are we partying Bronze-style tonight?"
The adults in the room stared.
"Or not," Dawn said, "if you need a babysitter . . . ."
"Dawn," someone admonished, "The Bronze is a magnet for gangs on PCP."
end
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This story was based on someone on the newsgroup's speculation that in the last episode, the Scoobies would "wake up" from childhood and suddenly acquire the same denial of demons, vamps, and the hellmouth that afflicts the grown-up population of Sunnydale.