As Xander led Giles into the empty room, Giles took of his glasses again and started rubbing them on his shirt.
"Do the twins know?" Giles asked Xander as he shut the door, blocking out the noises of the twins.
Jennifer was now beating Jesse over the head with the firetruck, screaming "You want it? Fine! You can have it!"
"Know what?" Xander asked, obvious, "That one time one of them kicked Willow so hard during a silent exam that she literally made a chocking sound and doubled over, disturbing the whole exam while Buffy tried to cover it up with a cough-" Xander asked.
"No," Giles said, shaking his head, "I mean, do they know about...last night?"
"No. You know me, master of stealth." Xander said, winking playfully at Giles.
~
Back in the living room, Jesse and Jennifer had now broken the toy firetruck in half and were each playing with a part of opposite sides of the room.
Xander and Giles re-entered, happy to see that they'd both survived.
"Glad to see that you both worked out a compromise." Xander said, "No matter how...unusual it may appear."
"It was my idea, but Jennifer didn't want to share." Jesse said, shooting Jennifer a look of seething hatred that he'd likely forget in ten minutes maximum.
"Fuck you." Jennifer said.
Giles spat out his tea and Xander's mouth dropped open.
"Where did-" Giles spluttered, coughing on his tea, "Where did- where did you learn that word?!" He asked.
"Mommy always uses it, and so does Kennedy, and Aunt Buffy, and-" Jennifer said,
"Ok, thank you." Xander said, utterly horrified.
But the twins went back to their half a fire truck each, completely oblivious.