"So. . . want anything to eat?"

The silence between them only lasted fourty minutes or so; after the first two, Spike was surprised that Andrew could keep his mouth shut. It had been, to his surprise, Spike who broke the silence, asking how the Summers women were enjoying Europe. The conversation about the Scoobies went on for a bit, and now they were back to Andrew, insecure that he wasn't enjoying himself, asking him if he needed anything. He decided to give the lad a break (though, if asked about it, he was simply hungry-or he just wanted the bloke to shut up).

"I am feeling a bit peckish."

Andrew looked relieved, glad to be able to do something. He stood, going to the kitchen, coming back ten seconds later with a box. Going from the smell of it, it contained mushrooms and . . .

"We have some left over pizza. Is-is anchovies and mushrooms okay?"

He's had worse.

They spend the next ten minutes discussing pizza toppings.

"Jack was cool."

"Does he even count?"

"He was better than that Martha chick."

"Hey, don't knock her; she wasn't that bad to look at."

A longing sigh.

"I miss Rose."

"Well, yeah, everybody and their bloody mother misses Rose. Donna, that's where it's really at."

Andrew nods as if they've agreed on something holy.

"No. . . I think that austranouts would win. Sorry."

The time moves quicker than either of them thought that it would. They lose themselves in conversation, discussing everything from food to Paris back in the early twentieth century. It's mostly Spike talking, Andrew asking him questions. Somewhere in between the night and the morning, they put in a movie, something Andrew has watched a dozen times, something that Spike has never seen.

"Vampires do not act like that, not unless they've been doped up on something."

Spike's wonderings of when Buffy is going to come home still come, but they're less frequent. He's actually enjoying himself during parts of his waiting, and when he isn't, he still isn't as bored (or irritated) as he would have guessed.

It's when Angel comes back that he actually becomes irritated.