003 [A Tribute to Saint Valentine]
[Miss Edith has returned to the Plane.
So has Drusilla, actually, and the vampire is holding the doll with all the reverence of a woman holding a sacred object.]
Saint Valentine is coming. It must be dull, sleeping all year and waking up for one little day.
Nobody makes sacrifices to him any more. They sell cards and trinkets and their souls, but no sacrifices. Nothing exciting.
[She holds Miss Edith out at arm's length, critically evaluating the doll before pulling her close and adjusting her dress.]
We're going to paint the town red, aren't we, my pet? Spike can't go do it, not with those nasty little wires in his brain. We'll have to celebrate for both of us.
Should I get him a little boy as a present, or a little girl?
We could even bake a cake.
So has Drusilla, actually, and the vampire is holding the doll with all the reverence of a woman holding a sacred object.]
Saint Valentine is coming. It must be dull, sleeping all year and waking up for one little day.
Nobody makes sacrifices to him any more. They sell cards and trinkets and their souls, but no sacrifices. Nothing exciting.
[She holds Miss Edith out at arm's length, critically evaluating the doll before pulling her close and adjusting her dress.]
We're going to paint the town red, aren't we, my pet? Spike can't go do it, not with those nasty little wires in his brain. We'll have to celebrate for both of us.
Should I get him a little boy as a present, or a little girl?
We could even bake a cake.