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It's that time of the week again.

The smell of that delicious caffienated beverage wafts from 202, enticing one and all to the common apartment.

This week's musical theme is classical.

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[whatstocome]

Caaaffeeeeeeine.

Buffy pokes her head in.

"Coffee? Coffee!"

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"Buffy, right?" Faye asks, smiling from the doorway of the kitchen.

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"That's me," she says, with sleepy cheer, and shambles toward the coffee. "And you're Faye, right? Been a while."

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"I am, and it has." She grins and hands the woman a mug, then points her towards sugar/creamer/cinnamon. "How've you been? Thought I saw you in the crazy War Council I dropped in on."

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"Thanks," Buffy says, and smiles; it turns to a grimace at the mention of the council. "You can say that again."

Sugar, creamer, and cinnamon are all liberally applied. Very liberally. Maybe even radically. It's all very Marxist.

"The crazy part, I meant. You could say War Council again, but there wouldn't be much of a point."

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Faye shakes her head. "Everything has just gone crazy," she says.

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Buffy looks contradictorily surprised. "It has?"

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"You're kidding, right? People trying to kill Angel for being a souled vampire despite evidence he's not evil, Azula being--herself, from what I understand, and the whole Harth being quiet thing means he's up to something," Faye says, looking at the Slayer with wary eyes.

Is she stupid or just airheaded? Sure, she's nice, but...

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She blinks.

"There's always been people wanting to dust Angel, whether or not the soul is sold separately, I assume Azula has always been herself, and Harth's always been a threat. So everything's always been crazy."

Brightening: "We should make that our slogan."

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Faye laughs in spite of herself. "I like you."

Man, if this place ever ends up with currency, Buffy gets free coffee for life.

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Buffy grins. "It's mutual, especially if you keep on with the coffee-making. Where did you get the supplies for this, anyway?"

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"Various mall/store raids, whatever was in the apartments. If you're out and see anything, by all means." She grins. "At the rate this is going, I'll run out in about a year or so." Including Daddy's gift of the fresh beans, safely tucked away in the freezer for a special occassion.

"Met Angel last week. He's a good guy."

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At the word year, Buffy's smile flickers. "And that would be one more reason to hope we're all back home long before then."

"He mentioned you, with the donor thing. It's good of you to offer."

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Faye's face gets a weird expression. "Yeah, well--even my hope's fading at this point, Buffy." She looks at the floor.

And then she looks up with a bright smile. "Why wouldn't I? I don't want you and Zuko to get some crazy iron deficiency or something. The diet around here is bad enough as it is."

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Aaand the smile fades.

"Oh, I'm an old pro at losing blood. Minus the pro part 'cause I think that means getting paid."

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Faye gives her a funny look. "Why's that?"