T is for Tree
Faith's eyes were almost comically wide, her features stark with horror, and she stared into the living room with an expression that could only properly be described as scandalized. Watching her, Buffy had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from bursting out with loud laughter.
"That's- that's the tree you picked, B?!" Faith finally sputtered, and her horrified tone only increased Buffy's amusement that much more. "You picked THAT tree?! THAT is the tree you called me about earlier?!"
"Yeah, isn't it pretty?" Buffy said casually. "And so much less work than a real Christmas tree. I mean, real ones are nice, of course, but you have to water them and sweep up pine needles and then go throw it out afterward. Seems like a waste… and this one was so cheap-"
"No fuckin' wonder!" Faith sputtered, her eyes going over to Buffy in disbelief, and she gestured with her hand for emphasis. "Did you even SEE this tree, B? Can you SEE it- is there something wrong with your eyes? 'Cause I can't think of a single other reason why you would have BOUGHT the thing!"
"Of course there's nothing wrong with my eyes! There's nothing wrong with being different once in a while, Faith, breaking out of tradition-"
"There is this time! No way, B, no fuckin' WAY!" Faith interrupted, her dark eyes flashing, and she moved her hand unconsciously once more.
"Faith, come on, be reasonable," Buffy said, still fighting to hide her smile as she took in Faith's expression. "I already bought it… and it was so cheap. This is more practical. We're saving money, because we can use it next year, and the next-"
"BUFFY!!!! I AM NOT GONNA HAVE A FAKE PINK CHRISTMAS TREE!!!!!!" Faith almost screamed, and Buffy finally cracked. Unable to suppress her mirth any longer, she burst out laughing.
"Psyche…Merry Christmas baby, the real one's in the back yard…"