"Oh, there's one." Xander points to the non-descript brunette. He then paused to try scratching every scar he had ever received, all at the same time, even his childhood vaccine scars were burning.
Willow giggled at Xander's discomfort, and started to hum a popular dance song.
"It's nice that you dressed as Harry Potter for Halloween. Being able to detect evil is much more useful than knowing the difference between Chantilly and Valencia lace." Buffy grumbled, and tugged on her evening gloves.
"Hey! I keep trying to walk through walls. You, lace-girl, have nothing to complain about." Willow quipped.