"So guys and gals, what are we having for dinner tonight? Pizza? Chinese?"
Xander asked as he rifled through the collection of take-out menus piled by
the kitchen phone.
"I'm all pizza-ed out Xand," said Buffy with a grimace. "I think I'll start sprouting pineapple chunks from my ears if I eat anymore this week."
Giles and Wesley nodded in unison, "Quite." Murmured Giles.
"But Angel makes the best hamburgers in the whole world!" she enthused, beaming at her boyfriend.
Angel looked embarrassed as Wesley and Giles chuckled.
Xander however was gleeful, "Alright dead boy! Now we're talking! Add a few boxes of fries and we have a meal."
"No!" Willow stuttered suddenly, "We should have soup! Chicken and stars, yummy! I like soup!"
"Uh, Will, no offense intended but we're not on our sickbeds here and if you compare the juicy goodness of my Angel's hamburgers to chicken- flavoured water from a tin there is no contest!"
Angel sank lower in his chair.
"But, Oz." Whimpered Willow. "He hates soup and loves hamburgers and I thought with his wolfie stuff being on tonight we shouldn't make him feel left out of all that meaty goodness."
Xander snorted incredulously and dramatically flounced across the kitchen to fling open the refrigerator door, where he gestured inside at a huge hunk of meat, "Will, Oz does not miss out on the meaty goodness, he's getting half a cow to himself!"
"I guess." Willow conceded in a small voice.
Angel leant forward slightly to smile at Willow; he really liked this girl she was so sweet, intelligent and thoughtful that she reminded him a little of his long dead sister, even the hair was similar. He shook off thoughts of Kathy and managed to catch Willow's eye. "How about when he's himself in a couple of nights we have them again, as it's all I can cook we'll probably be having them a lot as no-one else seems to be able to cook anything around here."
Willow gave him a shy smile, "Thanks Angel."
"Hey!" Said Xander indignantly. "I cook."
Buffy grinned, "No Xander, you open packaging and occasionally toast marshmallows, that is not cooking."
Just then Fred and Gunn sauntered in hand in hand, "Hey Angel, Guys. What's for dinner?"
Giles sighed, "I think the words dinner and cooking are a bit taboo around here at the moment."
"Hamburgers," Angel said firmly, beginning to pull utensils and ingredients out of cupboards."
"Again?" asked Fred.
"Yes again." Angel said wearily, and then as he sliced onions he quietly muttered, "I really need to extend my repertoire."
"I'm all pizza-ed out Xand," said Buffy with a grimace. "I think I'll start sprouting pineapple chunks from my ears if I eat anymore this week."
Giles and Wesley nodded in unison, "Quite." Murmured Giles.
"But Angel makes the best hamburgers in the whole world!" she enthused, beaming at her boyfriend.
Angel looked embarrassed as Wesley and Giles chuckled.
Xander however was gleeful, "Alright dead boy! Now we're talking! Add a few boxes of fries and we have a meal."
"No!" Willow stuttered suddenly, "We should have soup! Chicken and stars, yummy! I like soup!"
"Uh, Will, no offense intended but we're not on our sickbeds here and if you compare the juicy goodness of my Angel's hamburgers to chicken- flavoured water from a tin there is no contest!"
Angel sank lower in his chair.
"But, Oz." Whimpered Willow. "He hates soup and loves hamburgers and I thought with his wolfie stuff being on tonight we shouldn't make him feel left out of all that meaty goodness."
Xander snorted incredulously and dramatically flounced across the kitchen to fling open the refrigerator door, where he gestured inside at a huge hunk of meat, "Will, Oz does not miss out on the meaty goodness, he's getting half a cow to himself!"
"I guess." Willow conceded in a small voice.
Angel leant forward slightly to smile at Willow; he really liked this girl she was so sweet, intelligent and thoughtful that she reminded him a little of his long dead sister, even the hair was similar. He shook off thoughts of Kathy and managed to catch Willow's eye. "How about when he's himself in a couple of nights we have them again, as it's all I can cook we'll probably be having them a lot as no-one else seems to be able to cook anything around here."
Willow gave him a shy smile, "Thanks Angel."
"Hey!" Said Xander indignantly. "I cook."
Buffy grinned, "No Xander, you open packaging and occasionally toast marshmallows, that is not cooking."
Just then Fred and Gunn sauntered in hand in hand, "Hey Angel, Guys. What's for dinner?"
Giles sighed, "I think the words dinner and cooking are a bit taboo around here at the moment."
"Hamburgers," Angel said firmly, beginning to pull utensils and ingredients out of cupboards."
"Again?" asked Fred.
"Yes again." Angel said wearily, and then as he sliced onions he quietly muttered, "I really need to extend my repertoire."