"Come on, come on… !" Giles muttered as he stared intently at the computer screen. He paused and then stared it from a different angle, taking the time to grab a handful of crisps and stuff them in his face. He grabbed his cup of tea too and poured it into his mouth, spilling some on his new sweater, but he didn't seem to realize what he did. After setting the mug back on the table, he returned to his earlier task at the computer.
"Hey, Giles!" Buffy greeted cheerfully as she skipped in. She walked over to his computer and stopped behind him. "Enjoying yourself at the idiot box?" she teased as she gave him a slight shove.
Giles shot an annoyed look in her direction. "For your information, yes, I am… now, if you would kindly leave, I would appreciate a little peace and quiet around here," he snapped, his eyes having already returned to its place on the computer screen.
"Oh, yes…" Buffy muttered, rolling her eyes. "Old people and their sudden techno-mania… what happened to good ol' midlife crisis, anyway?" she continued as she turned to leave the room.
"I heard that!" Giles yelled. "Oh, don't leave yet!"
"Suddenly you want me to stay!" Buffy replied sarcastically, in a mock-happy tone.
"Uh, no, not really…" Giles said as he picked up his cup and thrust it out at her. "Can you refill my cup of tea? Thank you!"
"Sure! Drink more tea, and revert to stuffy, old Giles. I liked him much more than I like you when you're pulling a Willow…" Buffy said, then exited the room before he could tell her off.
Giles clicked the mouse and was about to continue his task when Buffy rushed back in. "What is it now?" he asked, fighting to restrain his annoyance.
"Boy… Willow is never this cranky when she uses that hell machine…" Buffy commented. She just stood there, staring at him.
"What!" he asked, wondering why Buffy was looking at him like that. "You don't like my sweater now?"
"Oh, I like your sweater all right… it looks so comfy, what with the tea stains all over it and all…" she replied sarcastically.
"Tea st – " he started as he looked down at his sweater. "Oh, never mind…" he said as he found that it was very wet indeed, and smelling of Earl Grey tea, if he wasn't mistaken.
Just then, Willow bounded down the stairs and spotted Giles by the computer. "Hey, Giles! I thought you hated computers!" she greeted cheerfully.
"Apparently, not anymore…" Buffy said. "He's having a techno-midlife crisis, if you will."
Ignoring the two girls, Giles resumed what he was previously doing at the computer and started typing furiously again. Within a few seconds, he punched the air, hissing, "Yes!" He stood up unexpectedly and promptly left the room.
"What was that all about?" Willow asked the Slayer.
"No idea… he won't let me see it," Buffy replied, shrugging.
"D'you think it might be… ?" Willow asked, grinning mischievously.
"Ew! You pervert!" Buffy accused playfully, knowing all too well what was not spoken.
"We'll just have to see for ourselves then," the redhead decided.
They approached the computer, and on the screen, the words 'GAME OVER' flashed, and below it, 'YOU WON!'.
Willow looked at the screen and furrowed her eyebrows.
"Giles got so caught up over Solitaire!"