It's not every day I wake up with a beautiful woman in my bed. Of course, with the usual Harris luck, she would have to be a lesbian …
I've seen tired before, but I don't want to think about how tired a Slayer must be to sleep like that. She's been dead to the world from the moment her head touched the pillow. She didn't even take the time to make a stereotypically female comment about the state of my apartment. It's a rare woman who can enter Casa De Xander and hold her tongue.
Poor Ken has been in a bad way ever since she and Willow had broken up. I won't say that I was surprised that they hadn't lasted. Willow had been hurt too badly by the loss of Tara, and Kennedy had come into her life too soon. I won't say that Will hadn't tried, but the timing hadn't been right.
Of course maybe Kennedy would have been able to cope a little better if Will hadn't almost immediately wound up dating another Slayer within weeks of dumping Ken. The fact that Will's new girl looked enough like Tara to be mistaken for her sister couldn't have helped matters …
I shrug the thought away.
Thinking about Willow isn't a good idea for me. Sometimes I thank God that we had never gone beyond the Fluke—and that our friendship hadn't been permanently ruined by it. There was no way in H E double hockeysticks that Ms. "Gay Now" and I could have worked out as a couple …
But there are times when I find myself wishing that I had been able to tell Will the truth about what I had felt for her in those days when she was free and open to the idea. Who knows what we might have had if I had been a little braver?
So I firmly shut the door on Willow-thoughts and get off my couch—getting too old to pull all fighters on the couch—and make my way to the kitchen. I had promised Ken a Dander-style breakfast and I always keep my promises …
Err, except for the "Marry me Anya" one …
Damn. I was supposed to keep Anya-thoughts out of my head too. Idle thoughts make Xander a regretful boy … just goes to show that I needed to get busy.
Now if you ever have occasion to make breakfast for a Slayer, be sure to make a lot of food. If you make them lunch, make a lot of food. If you make them a snack, make a lot … well, you get the idea. All that super strength and inhuman reflexes burns a lot of calories, and even Buffy can put away more food than a lumberjack in winter …
So for Kennedy, I pulled out all the stops. Bacon. Sausage. Scrambled eggs. Pancakes. Homemade gravy (Grandma Harris's secret recipe) and lots of biscuits. Add in freshbrewed coffee and some fresh OJ, and I was feeling rather proud of myself.
"Oh my God … I've died and gone to Breakfast Heaven."
"Breakfast Heaven?" I turn and there's Kennedy standing in the doorway to my kitchen wearing my bathrobe … and that looks to be all that she's wearing …