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[fredburkle]

It had been a really nice day. Wesley took me outside and we went and ate somewhere and oh wow, the food was so good. After we ate we went to the park and I pushed him on the swings and we laughed and it was...it was really nice. And then, we came back to the hotel and Faith was here and there's a vampire baby and we all might die. I really don't

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[__visiongal]

"Geez, heart attack much!" I yell, thankful that the training with Angel pre-insano period taught me something about fighting. Not that I'm actually fighting with Fred, per-se - but it's better than being struck on the already sore head by crazy Texan chick.

"Could you be a little more jumpier?" I scowl, before shaking off the residual crankiness. It's not Fred's fault that I'm... Cranky. That would be down to a certain manpire. And a certain slayer whose name I won't mention for some reason that I can't think of-- No, wait, I really can.

"Hey! You came out of your room!" It's nice to see Fred among the land of the living - I'd almost forgotten what she looked like during all the what, four glimpses?

[fredburkle]

It was only Cordy! Oh..that..that was a big relief! I grimaced and ducked my head, "I'm sorry Cordy...I just...after hearing Faith tell me and Wesley about Angel and the baby and all the stuff that was going on...I was...am...a little nervous."

I leaned in and glanced at her head, "You're ok, right? I...didn't hurt you did I?" I wasn't very strong, so Cordelia should be ok. My stomach growled again, louder this time, and I blushed, laughing nervously. "That's why I came out of my room...I'm really hungry."

I glanced around the lobby. It seemed to be empty, but you just never knew. There could be an evil fiend hiding behind a chair ready to jump out and grab us and kill us both dead before we had a chance to holler. I tip-toed to the chair and peeked behind it. Phew. No monster there.

I saw Cordelia eyeing me and I gave her a bright smile, "Just..just checking for bad guys..."

[__visiongal]

The mention of Angel and Faith sours my mood again almost instantly. Why is it that whenever I think of those two I want to hit things? Or maybe throw them up against the wall and--

"You're ok, right? I...didn't hurt you did I?"

"What? Oh, no. I'm good." And sorta thankful that I didn't have vision-brain, 'cause if Fred had hit me in the head with that? I might have had to kill her. And she seemed kinda sweet to kill her in the first week.

Her stomach growled and Fred blushed profusely, practically shrinking back into the recesses of her clothes. "That's why I came out of my room...I'm really hungry."

"And that's why we have the biiiig industrial kitchen," I say with a smile, pointing towards the area I, like, NEVER use. "Help yourself."

She tip-toes away from me, making me wonder if I spoke or not, and I watch as she peers behind a chair, an odd sort of relieved look on her face when she pulls back.

"Just..just checking for bad guys..."Ohhh-kay. Did Angel not explain about how safe the hotel was? Or the weapons

[fredburkle]

I nodded at her. She was right, the lobby sure was filled with weapons. I glanced at the weapons cabinet and then back at Cordy, "Yeah, but don't you have to know how to, you know, use the weapons so you can kill the bad things that might get in here? And...how often do bad things get in here...that you have to kill?"

I didn't want to be around when any bad things got in that needed killing, unless Wesley and Angel and Gunn and maybe like, an entire army were around. I glanced at the kitchen, "Do lots of things get in there that need killin'? Cause...I mean, if it's safest in there...and since I'm hungry. We...we could go in there, right?"

I was starving and all this talk of evil things and killing things and dying and me getting hacked up like a Christmas goose was making me shaky. We started walking to the kitchen as I asked, "So....is there a lot of food in here? Maybe some tacos? Or...hotdogs or something?"

[__visiongal]

There wasn't that many instances where things got in the hotel that wanted to kill us. I mean there'd been a few, sure, but not too many.

"You're pretty safe here," I told her honestly, "Besides, as long as you can scream? You're good. Angel's usually pretty handy when it comes to saving the damsel in distress." And boffing them, but that was a different matter, wasn't it?

Fred was talking about food now and when I looked up? She mentioned tacos. And hot dogs. I was surprised to realise I was pretty hungry myself. "We have food," I nodded, "Nobody that can cook but we have food. And takeout. There's always that for the culinary impaired - ala me."

[fredburkle]

I smiled, "Take out...like ordering food and having them brought to you, like ina restaurant, only you don't have to dress up and you can answer the door in your pj's and your hair up in a ponytail. I remember doing that! I used to do that a lot when I was a real girl."

A real girl. I wasn't one of those anymore, though was I? Nope. I hadn't been one of those in a real long time. They made sure I wasn't a real girl. My stomach growled and I put my hand on it and smiled at Cordy, "Sleeping under your bed will sure give you a ferocious appetite!"

We walked into the kitchen and began looking through the cupboards and drawers, but didn't find any food anywhere. We opened up what we thought was a pantry, but there was a rat inside and we both squealed, slammed the door and ran back into the lobby. So, there might have been food in there, but we didn't go back to find out. I glanced at Cordelia, "Take out...?"

[__visiongal]

"Yup, that kind of takeout." I nodded, realising how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten anything since yesterday due to the whole vision brain thing. Now? My stomach was gearing up for a huge grumble and-- What was that?

"I remember doing that! I used to do that a lot when I was a real girl."

I looked at Fred oddly. "As opposed to now when you're... What, a shrub?" I knew she was crazy, or at least semi-sort of crazy anyway. But if she didn't think she was a real girl? Then we had more problems than I thought.

The kitchen, as I'd guessed, was pretty much empty. I hadn't been shopping much this week and it wasn't like anyone else made the effort around here. We both got to the last pantry at the same time, pulling open the doors-- Until the rat peeked out at us. Ewww!

Takeout was so very much on the menu right now, as observed by Fred, and call me crazy? But I figured she'd want something Taco-like. "Okay, you decide," I told her, producing a bunch of menus from behind the counter, "Anything you want. Well, within a