Xander wandered downstairs, yawning blearily. None of them had gotten to bed much before dawn and he was still on Eastern Time. He paused to sniff the air appreciatively. Someone was cookin' up a storm in the kitchen. He followed his nose, and paused in the doorway to the kitchen. Darcy was dancing to some sort of country music on the radio. She wore the shirt she had conned Giles out of and the short skirt she had worn the night before. The shirt had never looked better. Her long, dark hair hung down her back in glossy waves and her long legs seemed to go on forever. Xander vaguely recognised the song… something about men's shirts, and short skirts… A smile began to spread across his face.
"Good morning Xander. Oh I say!" Giles stopped dead at the sight of the slim girl dancing in the middle of the kitchen.
Darcy ground to a halt as she came to realise that she had an audience.
"Oh." She said foolishly, blushing. "Good morning Mr. Giles, good morning Alexander." She pointed to the food, cooking on the stove. "Would you like something to eat?"
Giles pushed past the stupefied Xander. "My father was Mr. Giles." He smiled at her. "Please, call me Giles. Is there anything I can do to help?"
Darcy smiled back. "No thanks. It's done. You just sit down and eat."
Xander came to his sense with a start. He stumbled, zombified across the tiled floor, "Food," and sank into a chair. Darcy put a bowl of sugared cereal in from of him and he began to eat. Giles frowned disapprovingly at him but Xander didn't notice, concentrating instead on the sugar high he was about to receive.