"Hi Angel! No, nothing's wrong, I just wanted to talk. Well, I haven't quite got round to that yet, but … oh, right. Okay then, I'll see you at the weekend? Next week then. I love you, Angel."
"Rough day?"
"XANDER!"
"What?"
"Stop … flicking me."
"Sorry."
"Buffy?"
"Giles. What are you doing in my house? And my room?"
"This is my house Buffy, and you're on the sofa."
"Oh. I wondered why it was more lumpy than usual.
"I like TV. TV is a good thing. Bright colours. Music. Tiny little people."
"Buffy?"
"I'm suffering the afterness of a bad night of badness."
"Demons?"
"Beer. I went to see Xander, and then came the guys and then came the beer."
"Guys?"
"Four really smart guys, but I like Angel better."
"Good. I think."
"Giles! Is Buffy here?"
"She should be upstairs, why?"
"Well … you see, I sort of served her evil beer."
"Fire Bad."
"So what have learned from this, Buffy?"
"We have learned that beer is not good, and Dawn should stay away from it for the rest of her VERY LONG natural life."
"Hey! Just because you had a bad experience …"
"Listen to your sister."
"Great, now they're all ganging up on me."