Even if she hadn't already been in such a grumpy mood at the time, Anya was also noted for her utter indifference to the ongoing interpersonal relationships among the others of the Scooby Gang. So when Willow and Tara showed up one day at the Magic Box, the former vengeance demon promptly put these college students to work as unpaid labor in tidying up the place. Then, Anya went back to glaring at the shop ledgers opened up and scattered along the store's back counter. In her chair behind the cash register while contemplating with evident loathing the financial records laid out before this blonde woman, Anya paid no attention to how Tara straightening out the stacks of blessed candles standing tall in their bases on one shelf abruptly broke out into a fit of giggles.

Neither did somebody once known as Aud of Sjornjost even bother to notice how in turn Willow on the other side of the store halted in her menial task of sweeping the floor to next glare at where this redhead's lesbian lover was still laughing out loud.

Instead, Anya reached out to angrily slam shut the front cover of the nearest shop ledger. The sharp Bang! of this action was followed by the proprietor of the Magic Box ominously declaring to nobody in particular, "Business is terrible!"

Scowling at the two other people there in the store as if it was their own fault she wasn't making sufficient obscene profits to put any robber baron in the shade, Anya's annoyed expression then turned into thoughtful calculation. Continuing to moodily stare at where Willow and Tara were now both eyeing her in their own sudden caution, Anya imperiously declared, "All right, since you're here, do either of you have any ideas on how I can attract more customers to this dump?"

For some reason, that made Tara lean against the shop shelf, ecstatically give herself a delighted hug, and start guffawing at the top of her lungs. Eventually, she gasped out to a bewildered Anya, "Well, have you ever thought of providing some sort of entertainment for the customers? Just ask Willow about it; she'll be more than thrilled to show you what she accidentally magicked up last night instead of what was really intended!"

After saying this, Tara went back to her happy place, continuing to chortle with pleasure while ignoring Anya's growing exasperation about the other's whole strange behavior. Seeing she'd have no chance for any kind of rational explanation from there, the income-obsessed woman then glanced over at where Willow was standing motionless in the shop. After a few more moments, Anya grudged, "Okay, the blush on your face has got to be some kind of record in duration, extent and color, but I seriously doubt people will pay good cash money to come here just for that! What's going on?"

Still bearing upon her visage the deep red color of a ripe tomato, Willow first sent an irritated glower towards at where Tara was even now sniggering. At length reluctantly meeting Anya's impatient gaze, a bisexual witch well on her way to becoming one of the most powerful magic-casters on earth groped for the proper words.

"Um...ah...It's like this, all right? A month or so back, we decided to spice up things a little in our love life, so a special night every week was set aside by us both, where we could share new...stuff with each other. It was also agreed beforehand that no matter what either of us proposed, even if we didn't particularly want to go through it, we'd still give it a decent try without being completely grossed out."

At that point, Willow was fixedly studying the shop floor, all to avoid Anya's incredulous look, while she further mumbled, "It was my turn last night, and I still don't know what went wrong!"

"What are you talking about?" Anya demanded suspiciously.

Accompanied by the sound of Tara's gleeful laughter starting up again, Willow heaved a deep sigh. Without lifting her head, the Wiccan pointed her right hand at the store counter next to where Anya was sitting. In a show of her immense personal magic, a white ray of light shot from Willow's fingertips to that spot across the room, which instantly produced there...a miniature adult man no more than a foot high and dressed in a natty tuxedo outfit. This newcomer's dark black clothing perfectly matched both the wooden bench on which he was seated and the equally-diminutive Steinway piano before him which had also materialized onto the counter.

Anya gaped in total shock at what'd just appeared from out of thin air. Her astonishment only increased at how the little man then came to life, grinned at the gawking thousand-year-old girl, and then with a grand flourish he started to play the piano.

Listening with awe, Anya soon identified the various musical genres of classical, jazz, rock, and other performances being expertly delivered by the tiny artist. However, right in the middle of a jaunty version of 'Take the A Train', both the musician and his instrument abruptly vanished from sight, leaving nothing behind but for a few stray notes tinkling in the shop air.

"Hey, wait!" immediately protested Anya. "Put him back right now! He'll be absolutely perfect, something that can't help but bring in the crowds here who'll clean out every bit of my stock while they're enjoying the show!"

Wilting under Anya's fierce expression of total greed being directed right at her, Willow wailed, "I can't! For some reason, maybe because it didn't work right in the first place, that spell doesn't last for more than five minutes at one time, and it won't start all over again for at least a couple more hours no matter what I do!"

From where she'd slowly sunk to the floor in her incessant mirth, Tara seated tailor-fashion there then piped up much too cheerfully in Willow's jaundiced opinion, "From what I've heard, that sounds like the normal outcome, besides. So, it doesn't bother me all that much, how it turned out to be a big-" This last word finished off with another eruption of hilarity by Tara, followed by a spluttering, "-mistake."

Well afterwards, Anya assured herself she'd been distracted by mourning a lost opportunity for making the biggest ever fortune with that little guy. Regardless, her next question unthinkingly delivered then would cause Anya to thereafter shut up about the whole subject, lest not only those other two people there in the Magic Box who'd heard this unwise inquiry but all the other Scoobies in turn learning of this would forever tease her about it.

Nonetheless, before her brain caught up with her mouth, Anya blankly asked Willow, "Just why did you want a twelve-inch pianist, anyway?"