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[slaying]

[Singing, solo:] Don't forget -- no regrets.

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[fabraylous]

Songs lie all the time. There are always regrets.

[slaying]

[Buffy shakes her head, looking near-queasy.]

Not these kinds of songs. Hate to burst your little cynical bubble of ooh lies are everywhere--but, believe me? Whatever this is, it's so much more worse than a few lying crooners.

[fabraylous]

[ quinn fixes her with a look, then stands up, baby bump showing more prominently. she rests a hand on her belly. ]

Lies? Regret? Not forgetting? Believe me, I get it.

[slaying]

[She stares--then, remembering herself, tries very hard not to.]

O-oh. Wow. That's--wow. A baby.

[Then, the inevitable squinting. How young is this girl?]

[fabraylous]

[ while quinn by no means likes the staring, she's used to it. and the way buffy's looking at her is quite tame in comparison to the looks the other kids at school kept giving her. head cheerio, demoted to unwed mother-to-be. and now, she was stuck here. what was her life becoming? ]

Eventually. Fetus is the proper term while she's still inside.

[ light snark, for that helps, as long as she makes it at herself and it's not puck's mother or someone else taking a pot shot at her. ]

[slaying]

Fetus. [Buffy nods, trying to maintain presence in the realm of courteousness.] And she's...a she? You know that already?

[fabraylous]

I've already had the ultrasound. It was done before this place. [ she gestures around with a wide sweep of one hand. ] Whatever this is.