Cordelia was arguing with the woman in the post office.
"What do you mean there isn't a launderette here!" She demanded. "How am I supposed to wash my clothes?"
The woman muttered in an unintelligible language.
"Doyle!" Cordy cried, dragging him forward. "I can't understand a word she says. You come from here. Ask her how I'm supposed to clean my clothes."
"I'm Irish." Doyle smiled at her.
"So? Irishland, Cornwall, its all the same right?"
Doyle smiled at the woman. She glared back. He sighed and looked back at the queue behind them, almost jumping out of his skin as he recognised the small girl waiting in line. "Darcy!" He yelped. "Why aren't you dead?"
Darcy glanced nervously around her. "Shh!" She whispered. "Xander might hear you. I'm not supposed to be out of the house." She elaborated.
"Xander's here?" Cordelia said incredulously. "Why?"
"You know Xander?" Darcy asked. She frowned as she thought about what she had just said. "Of course you know Xander, you used to hang out with them."
"With who?" Doyle asked, knowing that he was going to regret asking.
"With Buffy and the others," Darcy clarified.
"Please don't tell me they're here!" wailed Cordelia.
"Well, not here, here. Buffy and Giles went to my flat and Willow and Anya are still in bed."
Doyle was right. He did regret asking.
"Oh God," Cordelia said faintly. "You can't tell Angel they're here."
"Why not?" Darcy asked with a frown.
"Yeah, why not?" Doyle said, curious.
"It would just complicate things. Buffy and Angel had a clean break," Cordelia made a slicing motion with her hand. "And it should stay that way. Also it would take their minds off of what they're supposed to be doing 'cause if they know they're here there's going to be tension and sneaking out to meet each other! If they meet they'll get back together again, and if they get back together again then sooner or later, they'll get groiny again and when they get groiny, the whole world goes to pieces. Trust me. I know. I had ringside seats the last time round!"
Darcy looked at Doyle. "Amongst all that babbling I think she has a point," said the diminutive teen, "I didn't even see it first hand, but from what I heard it was ugly."
Doyle shrugged.
"Okay, now we've decided that you're not going to tell Angel about Buffy being here, you have to see him." Said Cordelia
Darcy squeaked. "Me? Now? But I've got to get back to the house!"
Xander wandered through the aisles, searching idly for food. He'd just finished breakfast but he had a craving for something. He didn't know what, only that he'd know what it was when he saw it. His eyes brightened when he saw a packet of jelly doughnuts. Wait, the packet said jam doughnuts. Surely that wasn't right? He realized that that wasn't what he wanted anyway but figured that Giles would like them. He sorted through the unfamiliar coins and realised he had more money than he had thought. He sauntered down an aisle toward the checkout. Caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. Paused and backed up a few steps. Smiling widely, he grabbed a packet of crumpets off of the shelf and headed for the checkout, whistling tonelessly. He had found what he wanted.