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Who Knew Pronouns Could be so Sexy?

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By the time Riley, Buffy, and Willow had arrived back at Giles' block, Buffy had hummed the entire U2 song list, and was now sniffling quietly. "Missing Angel," Buffy said. "Irish Angel with Irish eyes and sweet, soft Irish voice." Buffy broke out into a forlorn rendition of "Danny Boy".

"Didn't know Buffy knew all those songs," Willow said, partly in amazement, but mostly in irritation. Willow wished Buffy would stop singing. Riley's deep voice was beginning to grate. Willow held up the shopping bag filled with Irish Spring soap, Irish soda bread, Lucky Charms, ten pounds of potatoes, and a corned beef. Why Willow was carrying the heavy bag with a strong man and an even stronger Slayer around, Willow wasn't sure. Perhaps out of guilt for the switch. "Why is Buffy obsessed with all things Irish now?"

"No clue," Riley said. "Irish heritage coming to the forefront?"

"No Irish heritage in Buffy that is known," Willow said with a headshake.

"Perhaps the host body's heritage?"

"Riley is Irish?"

"Riley Patrick Finn," Riley said with a wry smile. "Generations of Irish forefathers behind that name. But there's been no wearing of the green from this man. Until now."

Willow and Riley looked at Buffy-in-Riley. Riley's body now sported a bright green hat, a green shirt, and a 'Kiss _ , _'m Irish' button (pronouns faded out) left over from the last St. Patrick's Day. Buffy had found the button in the gas station convenience store.

Even Riley's shoelaces were now green.

"Deeply humiliated," Riley-in-Buffy said, head hanging low.

"Buffy can go visit Angel!" Buffy-in-Riley said suddenly, visage brightening, and turned to Riley. "Have car? Have driver's license?"

"No!" Riley said, rather forcefully. "Fix switch first."

"Buffy could be kissing sweet Irish lips!"

Riley and Willow stared at Buffy, Riley aghast, Willow imagining Angel's reaction to this large man appearing and demanding to kiss sweet Irish lips. Willow snickered, then decided to be a good friend and attempt distraction. "The radio announcer said Riverdance is coming to Sunnydale tomorrow night, Buffy. Maybe tickets are still available."

Buffy-in-Riley stopped still in the middle of the street, eyes wide and hopeful. "Riverdance?" Buffy turned and began to run the other way, lumbering down the street.

"Buffy! Where going?" Willow shouted.

"Need to purchase tickets now before all tickets sell out!" Buffy shouted back. "No time to waste! Take Riley to Giles and fix the switch. Buffy will join the research after tickets are purchased."

Riley gazed at the tall man disappearing down the street. "Give chase?"

Willow shrugged. "Buffy isn't very good at research anyway. Let Buffy buy tickets. A solution might be found by then."

With unsure expression, Riley-in-Buffy followed Willow to Giles'. Willow rapped once, then threw open the door.

And stared.

"Whuh?" Willow said. "Habba huh?"

Giles, blushing furiously, jerked away from Xander. "Events are not as events appear!"

Willow continued to stare, mouth hanging open.

Xander finished re-buttoning open shirt buttons, then ran a hand through disheveled hair. "Turns out my ability to talk in full sentences is very – er –"

Giles gazed longingly at Xander. "Erotic, dear boy."

"Right," Xander squeaked, blushing as well. "He finds it erotic. Who knew pronouns, whatever those pesky little devils are, could be so sexy?"

Willow raised a hand to indicate knowledge of pronoun sexiness, then thought better of that action. "Repressing all memories." Willow swallowed, then motioned to Riley-in-Buffy standing in the doorway, staring at Xander and Giles with mouth agape. "By the way, another problem has occurred."

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