Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Sophie.
AN: I know Faith was in the 'Tara' song back in chapter 2, but I was running out of characters for the enchanted objects. I have come up with an explanation though, so read on!
Willow chuckled at her daughter's impatience, then continued, not wanting to keep the little girl waiting for too long.
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Later that night, Tara opened the door and peeked out, and not noticing the shadows of the candlestick and feather duster behind the curtain, crept into the hall.
"Oh no!" Anya's voice giggled
"Oh yes!" came Xander's voice, flirting.
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"Mommy Willow" Sophie interrupted tugging on her mother's sleeve, "What's flirting?" While both Willow and Tara had taken to parenthood like ducks to water, they were still new to it, and were still learning about certain things, such as which morally ambiguous subjects were okay to talk about. Willow glanced over to Tara, silently questioning whether or not she thought this was a suitable subject to explain to their three-year old daughter. Tara thought for a moment then shrugged, not seeing how it would hurt.
"Um, flirting is kind of like a special way of talking to somebody when you want them to be your boyfriend or girlfriend, or they already are your boyfriend or girlfriend and you want..." She trailed off. "Uh, never mind. Let's just get on with the story."
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"Oh no!"
"Oh yes, yes, yes!" said Xander. Anya ran out from behind the curtain, and Xander chased her.
"I've been burned by you before" Anya frowned.
"That won't happen this time, I promise" Xander grinned, taking the feather duster in his arms. Anya giggled as they kissed, but then Xander spotted Tara, and dropped her. "She's come out of her room!" he cried, while his girlfriend glared at him, annoyed.
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Meanwhile in the kitchen, Buffy was trying to put her little sister to bed. The rest of the teacups were already sleeping.
"Come on Dawnie, into the cupboard with the others" said Buffy, nudging Dawn with her spout.
"But I'm not sleepy" Dawn yawned.
"Yes you are" said Buffy, pushing her into the cupboard with little resistance.
"No..I'm..not" Dawn drifted off.
"Damn it!" yelled Faith, the stove. "I'm slavin' away in here all day and for what? Just another dinner goin' to waste! I'm really not gettin' paid enough for this.."
"Oh stop your groaning, this has been a hard night for all of us" said Buffy. "I hate to tell you Faith, but your cooking isn't that great. And you're a lot better off than the rest of us you know. At least you get to go out sometimes." Faith alone had been blessed with the ability to revert to human form once every couple of months in order to go into town and fetch supplies. This ability was very limited however, as the transformation could only be sustained for short periods of time.
"That is a good point.." Faith admitted. "Do you need some more hot water B? I could boil some if you want." Faith was the only person in the castle who ever referred to Buffy as B, and it had once annoyed the teapot to no end. But, once she realised that it was meant as an affectionate nickname rather than a deliberate attempt to bug her as she had once thought, she fully embraced it. Buffy smiled, she could never stay mad at Faith for long.
"That'd be great Faith, thank you" she said. Faith gestured to a saucepan full of water that she always kept nearby in case Buffy needed a refill, and it hopped over onto the stove.
"You know, if ya believe all the stuff the townspeople say about her, this girl we've got stayin' with us is a strange one."
"She's just stubborn if you ask me" said Wesley, wiping his hands on a tea towel. "After all, the Mistress did say please."
"But if she doesn't learn to control that temper of hers, she'll never break the.." Buffy began, but was cut off as the door swung open, and Tara entered the kitchen.
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"Well, I guess this is a little better" Sophie smiled.