[039] - action/voice

[slaying]

[Buffy strides briskly towards the library, determined to maintain poise even in the face of her injury which, with a little help, has been healing quite nicely. She's decked out in a fashion that she certainly has never before worn in Luceti's streets. The Slayer is rocking the tweed skirt suit with thick leggings and high boots to match. Jostling

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[enrappigtured]

[Peony is taking a break from polishing people's shoes when he spots Buffy. He is amused.]

[slaying]

[One of her many reading breaks--it seems that she takes a lot of them, being so unused to massive amounts of reading--has Buffy spotting Peony.

A rather unWatcherlike smile breaks out and she waves him over.]

[enrappigtured]

[He returns the wave and approaches her.]

Looking good.

[slaying]

You think? [She tugs the ineffectual glasses off her nose and stands. Fingers fly to the tidy bun of hair--just to check.]

It's something I found in the shop. It seemed...professional.

[enrappigtured]

So you're a professional now?

[slaying]

Trying to be. It's a lot harder than I expected.

[enrappigtured]

What brought on this change of heart?

[slaying]

Just...thinking about back home. And some people, there. Plus all they good they could do here. I thought, why can't I do that good, too?

[enrappigtured]

In any case, it's very impressive. Just don't forget about us non-professionals in your quest to do good.

[slaying]

You? Non-professional? Aren't you like, a professional people leader or something?

[enrappigtured]

Define "professional".

[slaying]

You know, official. Sans secret identity.

[enrappigtured]

How did secret identities enter the conversation?

[slaying]

[Oh. Oh damn. That was a massive slip up. Buffy cringes.]

Jobs with...secret identities is just one of the many examples of unprofessional, unofficial jobs. That's all.

[enrappigtured]

[Oh, Buffy.] Right.

Am I disturbing you from your research?

[slaying]

Disturbing? Me? No. I don't think I'm very good at it, anyway.