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[watcher_pryce]

Continued from HereShe likes Cheerleaders? I cannot help but blink at that as I try not to stare. I-I never knew Buffy was into girls. I would’ve never guesses. Oh my, there had been some rumors about Willow, but I never knew Buffy… Not-not that this is a bad thing. Though, if It’s not a bad thing then why do I feel so bad? But she likes men too

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Wes was so confused, I could tell by the look on his face, but well ... he's just going to have to stay confused because I'm not repeating anything. They all agreed to go shopping and I grinned. Finally. Food that wasn't all ... gross and stuff. "Hold on, gonna go and get another shirt on," I said and walked back to my room, changing out of the shirt that I had on and then putting on another one. I came back out and they were pretty much ready to go.

We all headed down the stairs and into Gunn's truck. Of course, with me sitting in the middle. With a sigh, I leaned back and gave a look to Gunn as he started up the car and turned up the radio. Turning toward Wes, I frowned. Was he uncomfortable? I didn't want to ask him cause then ... I don't know,but still. It was hard talking to Wes, really. So, now I just kept my mouth shut mostly that had anything to do with Wes. Except when he wasn't around and everything. Then it was so much more easier to talk about him. When he wasn't around.

But, right now? I had to ask.

"Are you okay? You seem ... not here." Was that a bad thing to ask? I guess I was about to find out then.

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“Yes, alright,” I mumbled, nodding at Buffy when she declared the need for a fresh shirt. How many times per day does a woman need to change? I swear, she can be worse then Cordelia, and that is really saying something. But I was still trying to mull over what she meant with ‘nice’. What was nice?! Christ.

“Wes,” Gunn said, and have gave me that look again. Wes is very nice and adorable, but sometimes I wonder where his brain is. That look. “Some shoes might work?”

I blinked and glanced down at my feet. Oh. Right. I suppose he’s right. Giving him a sheepish look, I cleared my throat and sank down on the sofa. Cat jumped next to me, bumping her head against my shoulder. I gave her a smile and patted her head before pulling my shoes out from under the table.

Once that was done, I we all headed down the stairs and toward Gunn’s truck. We could’ve used Buffy’s new borrowed car, or mine, but for some reason we always moved in a beeline to Gunn’s truck. Then again, if there is a fight, it’s his truck that’ll be battered. Not our cars.

“What? I looked up at Buffy’s question and blinked. “Oh, just… a thinking a bit, I suppose. I’m fine.” As long as there are no visions cracking my skull? I’m just dandy.

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Riding along in Gunn’s truck is always an adventure. A rather big one and I had to hold on with my hands, feet and teeth in order to not get thrown out. I don’t know why Fred always enjoyed driving along… Oh wait, I’m sure that had a completely different reason I really do not want to think about now.

But we made it to the store in one piece much to my surprise. Buffy and Gunn nearly leaped into the store, as though there wasn’t *any* food in the house, and if there was it wasn’t good enough. I stumbled out of the car - pardon truck - a little slower and made sure I had steady ground under my feet first. When I got into the store, Buffy and Gunn were already busy getting things like… Beer? Of course, that’s a high necessity on the chain of food.

“That would appear to be the case,” I replied to Buffy while eying the American beer wearily. God-awful stuff. Really. I doubt they’ve any real beer here, or tea the doesn’t come in bags, or jaffa cakes, or… I’m getting homesick for food. I was never much of a shopper, only went in to get some telly dinner, bread and milk, which I then hardly ate. So I stuck close to Buffy, letting her get us whatever she wanted. Or Gunn wanted, since he was filling the cart as well.

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Good lord, it takes them no time at all to fill up that cart and I’m wondering if perhaps I’ve missed something and we’re currently housing an army. Surely they cannot expect just three adult humans and one very big cat to eat all that? I can only follow them quite stunned as they keep heaping more food on the ever growing pile.

I know about Slayer appetite and that Gunn can eat a horse, but this is truly amazing.

The check out takes more then my usual five minutes, I guess telly dinners and some tea don’t take up as much time as…this. Christ. Buffy starts loading the things on the check out counter and I find myself wondering how to get all this up to my place. Or our new place, whichever. I’m so in awe I nearly miss Buffy’s suggestion.

“Sound cool, yo,” Gunn nods helping her pile the things up. “I can help but English here aint allowed in the kitchen. He only burns things.”

Buffy gives me a look and I shrug sheepishly. “It was only once,” I mumble. Alright, more then once. But it wasn’t my fault on one told me to turn down the flame now was it? “That sounds nice, Buffy,” I quickly change the subject, giving her a smile. “I’ve not had a home cooked meal since…” Angel cooked, ‘…in quite a while actually.