Disclaimer in part 1.

Note: short in the extreme!

Fashionably Sensative

Part seven of the Foolish Games series.

Willow laughed. He couldn't believe she was laughing. Wait, wait, that one might have been a guffaw.

"Can't be that bad," he remarked in a deadpan belying his . . .his . . .annoyance? Confusion? Utter humiliation? Yeah, maybe that one.

"Fea- Feathers and . . .and the p-p-p," Willow broke into another peal of uncontrollable giggles. "PINK!" She tried pointing at him, really she did, but somehow it was so much easier to roll around on the bed and point at the ceiling instead. "And teeeeeeeaaal."

That one was a definite snigger. "What's wrong with teal?"

At her boyfriend's very serious tone Willow sat up and tried to compose herself. "N-no-nothing. Nothing at aaaaaall!" Another wave of laughter hit.

Least this time she'd managed to stay in the vertical, Oz thought to himself.

"TEAL!"

Oz turned on his heal and walked out of the room.

"Oz, wait, where are you going? You can't take that off! Buffy has to see it first! And Anya! Oh Anya will love it. Oz, Oz! Hey, get back here," Willow chased after her lover.

End

Author's Other Note: if this wasn't at all funny -- yes it was intended to be -- blame it on my hunger. That'll teach me to write on a growly stomach.