"Nineteen-ninety-eight was a good year," muttered the uninvited guest, removing a leather bound journal.
…cup of tea…
Page flip.
…cup of...
Flip.
Ethan was here.
Finally!
Impersonating an Oompa Loompa. If the Oompa Loompa were amoral.
Such sweet talk. What other goodies would he find?
"I'm so proud of Buffy," he mimicked in falsetto. "Such maturity. Such a natural…" his voice dropped to its natural tenor, "pain in the ass. Enough about her, what about me?"
The page was half-turned when another Summers name caught his eye. Reading on, his grin widened.
"Ripper! I'll be… You got your Willy Wonka'd!"