Eep, things are still hectic kind of and I have distractions galore (I'm becoming addicted to tumblr roleplaying and I regret nothing) as well as real life issues just jumping out there at me. But, I did manage to swing this ultra short update at 3am so happy Sunday guys! Until next week!

That evening, Cordelia laughs as she listens to Faith and Amanda babble away about their day. The way the two were talking, it made it seem like they hadn't been there together. It was a bit endearing if Cordelia was being honest.

"I believe we have both a hyper slayer and an extra hyper former slayer on our hands." Andrew muses from beside her. Cordelia is in too good a mood to ignore him.

"Think it was the cotton candy?" she asks. He nods wisely.

"And the root-beer." He says sadly. She laughs again when Amanda dives over the table and tackles Faith, the two of them wrestling and surprisingly not making too much of a mess. If every week could end this way, Cordelia thinks she could be a pretty content woman.

"Is that so?" Angel asks in amusement at three in the morning. He should be out patrolling but the genuine excitement in Faith's voice gives him a pause. "Was it your first fair?" he asks during a beat of silence. The silence stretches before Faith speaks again.

"Yeah." She says finally. He smiles in understanding.

"But you had fun?" he asks, brotherly affection in his voice.

"I had a blast, Fang." She admits openly. He smiles a little more.

"You sound surprised." He notes.

"I felt free." She responds. He hums his understanding.

"What was your favorite tent?" he asks, leaning back in his chair.

Later that morning, Amanda grumbles as she shuffles into the kitchen.

"My everything is sore." She whines. When she isn't met with a laugh and a 'man up, Squirt' she opens her eyes fully and looks around. "Faith?" she calls. She's only met with an echo. "Faith?" her voice sounds a bit more panicked. She runs to Faith's room then back to the living room, tripping over a pillow and scrambling up, almost missing the note tacked to the front door.

Kid,

I got restless so I went and woke Cor up. If we're not back by noon, she probably hid my body in the desert. Do your work out and go wake Andy up if you get hungry.

- Faith

Amanda feels relief ripple through her and she balls the paper up with a huff. Then a smile breaks onto her face, if she was alone, she didn't have to do her work out. It's not like Faith would know.

"Geez, Faith, didn't you work out in jail?" Cordelia asks jogging around her. Faith groans and stretches tiredly.

"I did but not like this. Not like I had a lot of runnin' room anyway." She says. Cordelia rolls her eyes.

"That's not an excuse to slack off." She chastises. She was feeling energized, much like she always did after a good workout. "You train Amanda every morning, I'm surprised I can outrun you." She says with a frown of concern. Faith waves her off.

"Guess I'm more outta practice than I thought." She mutters in embarrassment. Cordelia nods,

"Well, I'll fix that in no time!" she chirps, jogging off. "C'mon, since you woke me up at an unholy hour, you can repay me by fixing me a good breakfast!" she calls over her shoulder. Faith rolls her eyes but jogs to catch up.

"Did you do your workout, Kid?" Faith asks after her shower. Amanda stuffs a spoonful of cereal in her mouth and mutters something that sounds like a yes but Faith can't really tell. With a shrug, she nods and walks past Amanda and ruffles her hair. "Good job." She says. Amanda's eyes widen and she swallows quickly.

"I didn't actually do them I just went back to sleep and set my alarm for an hour later and then came out to clean the house!" she says in a rush. Faith pauses, raising an eyebrow and turning to face her. Finally, she speaks.

"You've been doin' good, takin' the morning off won't kill you." She says slowly. "Just don't get used to it, alright?" she says patting her own tummy idly. Amanda nods in relief; she thought Faith was going to have her ass. "Amanda, where're my Fruit Loops?" she asks slowly. Amanda gulps.

"Andrew ate them." She says quickly, looking down into her milk. Thank goodness she'd eaten those hours ago. Faith glares.

"Seriously, my name was right there on the box." She mutters, grabbing the eggs instead.