Willow cracked open the door to Giles’s apartment, still unsure what counted as an emergency in Giles’s book when he’d promised that there was no attack, no surprise from the Watcher’s Council, and no visitor had dropped in from L.A.
When the usually manner-driven ex Watcher didn’t welcome her, Willow stepped into the living room. She would have called out his name, but a sharp smell caught her attention. It reminded her of her first baking attempt.
If burned chicken had been an ingredient.
“Hello?” She braced herself and walked into the kitchenette. “Hey, Anya. You trying out cooking again?”
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