Author's Note: Inspired by jpublic's "Things Xander Harris Is No Longer Allowed To Do" on livejournal (just google it) plus the stories on Twisting the Hellmouth done by chaoseternus entitled "Inventory" and also "The List" by Dragonhulk.

At where she'd been peacefully having one more cup of coffee in the breakfast nook of the New Council's Cleveland Slayer House, Dawn was taken by complete surprise over Xander suddenly dashing through the kitchen, only to come to a skidding stop by her table.

Next to take place was a rush of words from this man having an ear-to-ear grin while he stood there looking down at his startled friend, "Hey, Dawnie, two things before I've gotta scram: You might as well as add it to Number one hundred seventeen since you're already here, and it was totally worth it!"

Just when Dawn began to open her mouth to ask Xander what the hell he was talking about, her sister's voice drifting from the upper floor where the Scoobies had their apartments now screamed at the top of Buffy's lungs, promising violence and suffering beyond measure for a certain someone.

"XANDERRRRRR!"

"Seeya," cheerfully tossed off Xander right before he at once took to his heels out of the house by the back door.

Mere seconds afterwards, Buffy Summers was also in the breakfast nook, wearing her replacement pair of yummy sushi pajamas of which the original clothes had vanished in the Sunnydale collapse years earlier. Her face a mask of sheer wrath, the Slayer's trim body quivered in a boundless need to wreak vengeance upon the prankster who'd sneaked into her room while she'd been sleeping in late this morning and had done his heinous work after spotting a loophole in what he'd been threatened about ever doing again several weeks ago.

"Where's Xander?" Buffy snarled, glaring at her shocked sibling.

Speechless, Dawn could only jerk her thumb over her shoulder at the back door. Moving at superhuman speed, Buffy shot off in pursuit, almost yanking the door entirely off its hinges along the way. Even so, the door cracked from top to bottom while slamming hard against the building's outside wall with an immense BANG! sound. Wincing at the noise made by this assault upon her ears, Dawn finally put down her coffee cup which she'd been holding onto throughout everything.

Staring straight ahead while replaying the last minute or so in her head, Dawn promptly howled with laughter. Still giggling, she got up and headed towards the far wall where a very thick file composed of numerous sheets of paper was attached by a set of double-punched holes to matching wall hooks for easy access. Picking up a pen resting atop the file, Dawn started flipping through the paper sheets with the very first of these having the printed heading of THINGS XANDER HARRIS IS NO LONGER ALLOWED TO DO.

Absently muttering, "Yeah, Xan would for sure know them all by heart," Dawn at last came to No. 117:

It's not funny to draw "The Mark of Eyghon" on Buffy when she's asleep.

Smirking, Dawn wrote directly below this decree:

117a) The same thing goes for "The Mustache of Eyghon".