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[slayeranne]

Well rested and no longer smoking (or even burned), Buffy comes downstairs on fills up a plate of food, then glances around for someone to eat with.

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[balletrat]

*Meg is not necessarily there to eat with . . . but she is there!*

[slayeranne]

Spotting Meg, Buffy beelines over, setting her plate on the table and sitting down with a grin.

"Hi!"

[balletrat]

*Meg beams.* Hey, Buffy! I haven't seen you in ages - how are you?

[slayeranne]

"Oh, you know. The usual. You?"

Standard answer when avoiding long explanations. It's really for the best most of the time. Most people probably aren't that interested anyway.

She digs into her food. Slayers can get very hungry.

[balletrat]

*Meg considers saying the same thing, but that would get dull rather quickly, so she varies the formula a little.*

Oh, you know, this and that, flitting about, giving Christmas presents - oh that reminds me I have one for you! *She starts to rummage in her tutu.*

[slayeranne]

She pouts cutely.

"Oh no. Not another one. I didn't anyone anything."

[balletrat]

*Meg rolls her eyes good-naturedly.* And if you start worrying about that I'm going to have to hit you, so. *She grins and finally finds the package; it's wrapped in one of the dental scarves. She passes it over cheerfully.

Inside, Buffy will find some very good stain remover, because Meg feels this would be useful for a Slayer, and also some French perfume, because this is useful for everyone!*

[slayeranne]

She smirks at Meg.

"I worry. It's part of my job description."

She rummages around in the scarves until the gifts fall out onto the table, where she looks at them.

"Oh, sweet! Thanks, Meg."

Bouncing out of her chair, she leans over to hug Meg before sititng back down.

[balletrat]

*Meg hugs her back.* Merry Christmas and all. Bit late, I know, but I was a butterfly for the first couple days and then I didn't get to see you at all -

[slayeranne]

"A butterfly? What was that like?"

[balletrat]

*Meg grins wryly.*

Little too much fun for my own good, is all.

[slayeranne]

Buffy has her own grin, more mischievous than wry.

"Sounds great. Sorta like being invisible... for a little while... by choice."

[balletrat]

Yeah, kinda. Except you get to fly, too -

But. Then you don't want to get back, and it makes other people sad. Also butterflies have kind of small brains and not much conscience.

*By other people it is probably rather clear who is meant.*

[slayeranne]

"Flying... that's something I've never done.. that I remember. But I can see how people might miss you. You're infectious."

Glancing at her watch, she grimaces.

"I gotta go. I'm working on moving."

[balletrat]

Oh - good luck! *Meg grins and waves.* Catch you later!