Where are you going? Where are you going? Can you take me with you?

[consultmybooks]

Who:slaying and consultmybooks
What: Watcher and Slayer talk on the way to the tunnels.
When: The morning of October 26th
Where: Outside of Building 7, before proceeding towards the tunnels.
Summary: Despite a bad night courtesy of the Phanto Mask, Buffy and Giles have a date to keep. Knowing is always better. But Buffy has dropped enough hints of what he's missing that

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[slaying]

When I ever not? Ready, I mean.

That was the extent of her reply -- after the journal had rung and she had been knocked out of a light-but-troubled sleep at Jack Sparrow's side, Buffy had been pleased to see the familiar handwriting. She did not resent the wake-up call despite the fact that she probably only dropped to sleep a a few hours before it came. Fortunately, the Slayer did not need the same full complement of seven hours to feel rested. Certainly, some nights, she didn't sleep at all. But if the pirate was in her bed she seemed to manage a bit of slumber before the dawn. Even if just to reassure him that she still could sleep.

As she sat on the edge of the bed, she felt a nervous energy take her limbs. He would become whole again, she thought. Complete. Her Giles. Therefore, it didn't take her long to get ready and pull on a very low-impact outfit. The sort of thing usually reserved for evening patrols. Comfortable, maneuverable

[consultmybooks]

Giles wasn't even attempting to distract himself with the wait. His journal was open beside him, but he was paying it no mind. Occasionally, he'd anxiously run a hand over his face, as though to reassure himself that he hadn't picked up some new mask.

And he brightened slightly but noticeably when he saw Buffy approach. One question solved, at least. At least today would happen as they'd planned for it to happen. And Giles had had more than his fair share of sleepless nights over the years, but sleeping out at the boat had probably left him looking a bit disheveled. Even so, he returned the smile tiredly.

"Good morning, Buffy."

[slaying]

"I hope you're wearing your best penalty removal shoes."

While there were no weapons in her hands, there were two worn travel mugs. After an exploratory sniff over the top of each, Buffy handed over one regular old English Breakfast and a dab of honey for Giles. Her own tea was a little more specialized and had a peculiar-but-enticing aroma. Buffy Summers wasn't a fan of tea but she drank this concoction every morning.

[consultmybooks]

Tea. He hadn't expected tea today. This was a nice, if...possibly suspicious bonus, assuming what he assumed of Buffy's unfamiliarity with tea.

And so he took an experimental sip almost as soon as he'd taken the mug and opened it. Hm. It wasn't bad, and the honey certainly helped. Certainly better than whatever Buffy was drinking.

In response to her question, he kicks the toes of his boots against the ground. They're good boots, and they've survived a lot. A walk to the tunnels probably won't do them in.