Dawn made an annoyed, clearing throat sound. "That one was supposed to be mine."
"Heck, I'd even take a tiny little Halloween demon thing. It was kind of cute. Oooo! Maybe the mayor's evil again."
"Buffy!"
"What?"
"Are you even listening to me?"
"So what didn't cover that answer?"
Dawn rolled her eyes. "No it didn't. So typical, can't even get your head out of your slaying."
"I can so! It's out. Ask me anything."
"When can I start having sex."
Buffy's brows went up. "When you're old enough that your parts don't work anymore. Something else? NOT with having to think about my sister doing things that I shouldn't be thinking about."
"'Like growing up.'" came out of Dawn's brain. But she pushed it down once again. "Sixty pound sister?"
"What? You're tiny."
"Well thank you Ms. Voluptuous."
The two stood there in silence for a few seconds.
"Okay," Buffy began. "We're at a we both need to eat more checkmate. How about if we start now. I can cook."
"Since when?"
"Since the drive thru is open 24 hours."
"So the Doublemeat Palace didn't get you too tired of greasy badness?"
"Not when it's the only thing in my culinary talents that keeps me alive."
Dawn just shrugged and began following her sister. "Oh and by the way, the mayor isn't evil. He may leave schools in need of funding and potholes on main street, but that doesn't make him a demon."
"They could be evil potholes."
"Yeah, maybe if you were Buffy the mechanic. But you're title has more to do with slaying." Dawn quickly added something in her head. "'And maybe someday mine will too.'"
