At her mother's irritated directive to greet whoever was outside there in the middle of the weekend morning, Willow blinking back tears over the news that yet again her parents were going away without her to an out-of-state psychologists' conference trudged towards the front door of their house whose bell had been impatiently rung just seconds ago. Pulling ajar the door, this preteen girl had her mouth fall open in sudden disbelief at seeing someone she'd met only once last year during a New York business trip with her mom and dad. Stopping by at the workplace of her father's cousin in this city, Willow had been treated with a gruff kindness far different than what Sheila and Ira had rudely received at the time.
The horrified look on that older woman's face showed she remembered it, too. Coming to stand behind Willow, Sheila demanded, "Cousin Larry, what're you doing here?!"
Picking up his suitcase and bustling inside while both Willow and Sheila hurriedly got out of his way, an exceedingly grumpy Larry Rosenberg snapped, "Your kid - who you planned to leave here on her own for a whole week! - sent me a nice thank-you letter and mentioned she was used to having you gone all the time on book tours and other crap. Well, to hell with that! I took some of my vacation days to stay here and keep an eye on this little sweetie. You really want to get into it with me about that, right now? Fine, but first you and your momzer husband are gonna hear loud and clear…"
Taking a deep breath and then pointing a rigid finger at both a paling Sheila and an equally white Ira who'd entered the living room attracted by the commotion, Larry bellowed at the cringing pair of adults:
"NO SOUP FOR YOU!"
Letting his hand drop to his side with immense satisfaction, Larry beamed at a stunned Willow while ignoring her dazed parents. "Hey, honey, let's check out your kitchen. I'll fix you some real fine kneidel soup for lunch, but you better have it the way I say so, hmm?"
Willow eagerly nodded, feeling now that things were beginning to turn out great for today and maybe for the rest of the week. Though, she better remember to make sure to warn Xander and Jesse the next time they came over about Uncle Larry, that you didn't ever disrespect anything about his soup. Oh, and for some reason, he tended to pronounce 'Larry Rosenberg' as 'Yev Kassem,' but her junior high school friends shouldn't ask questions about that, either.
Author's Note: The 'Soup Nazi' in the Seinfield show was eventually revealed to have the name of Yev Kassem, but in the Buffyverse, this man with a Stalin-style mustache is instead part of the Rosenberg clan. As a tribute to Larry Thomas who originated the role, the same first name was used here.