21. Repeat ad nauseam
A soul makes you want to be nice to people on Sunday mornings.

Buffy yawned as she entered the kitchen. "Morning, Dawnie. Whatcha doin'?"

"I thought I'd fix breakfast for everyone."

"What's wrong with Giles?"

"Stomach flu, I think. Anyway, hope you like this, I call it Eggs à la Dawn."

"Interesting taste..."

"Yeah, see, I'm trying to put some variation in my diet. So I mixed eggs, ketchup and a quart of blood, fried the sucker up and... Buffy?"


Tara yawned as she entered the kitchen. "Morning, Dawnie. Whatcha doin'?"

"I thought I'd fix breakfast for everyone."

"What's wrong with Giles and Buffy?"

"Stomach flu, I think. Anyway, hope you like this..."