Slip of Tongue (Xander, Dawn, PG, AU midway through Entropy)
“Okay,” Xander glanced at Dawn, “so Anya tricked you into making a wish against me, but nothing looks too different, right?”
She shook her head. “Nope. You still got all your hair, and arms and stuff.”
“Good. And we know Buffy, Tara, and Willow are okay.” Xander ran a hand through his hair. “I just wish you could remember what you wished.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Dawn said.
“Nah,” he waved his hand dismissively, “it’s not your fault. I’m sure it was nothing important. Whaddya say we go inside and order some pizza?”
She looked at him strangely. “What’s ‘pizza’?”
She shook her head. “Nope. You still got all your hair, and arms and stuff.”
“Good. And we know Buffy, Tara, and Willow are okay.” Xander ran a hand through his hair. “I just wish you could remember what you wished.”
“I know, I’m sorry,” Dawn said.
“Nah,” he waved his hand dismissively, “it’s not your fault. I’m sure it was nothing important. Whaddya say we go inside and order some pizza?”
She looked at him strangely. “What’s ‘pizza’?”