11. Belly rumblin's
Yes, the magic-as-drugs-metaphor is silly.

"Tara, I have to do this. I have to help them."

"No! No more spells! Willow, don't you see that you're using too much majick? I'm sure you think you're doing it to help people, but you'll end up hurting - "

Willow opened the door so they could hear the commotion downstairs.

"Back, demon! Get back in the name of GYAAAGH!"

"Stop hurting Xander! Get your own fiancé!"

"Dawn, you let go of Xander's neck this instant! WILLOW! How's that soul spell coming?"

Willow closed the door again. "Sorry, you were saying...?"

Tara sighed. "Nothing. I'll get the crystals."