"Buffy, I don't think we're dealing with a tumor, here," Giles told his Slayer, watching the discomfort on her face ebbing into relief. "I can't even calculate how slim the odds would be of everyone in Sunnydale suddenly developing a tumor."
"Tumor demons?" Xander offered.
Giles threw him a look, then glanced to his wife. "Darling, pick up your pencil again, hmm? Now I believe I'd like to toss it at him."
Jenny grinned devilishly behind the large book she'd propped up in front of her, while Xander's jaw dropped indignantly.
Before long, school had let out for the day and Dawn joined them at the shop, rushing in excitedly. "Oh my God. You will never believe what happened at school today."
Buffy quirked an eyebrow. "Everybody started singing and dancing?"
Dawn pouted in disappointment, then fibbed, "I gave birth to a pterodactyl."
Anya gawked at her. "Oh my God! Did it sing?"
Dawn made her way into the shop. "So you guys too, huh?"
Xander nodded. "So what'd you guys sing about?"
"Math," she sighed, and took her backpack off her shoulders, setting it down as she took a seat on the stool near the counter.
Giles kept hearing whispering and giggling off to the other side of Jenny, though he didn't pay it much mind until Tara suddenly exclaimed, "Tha-That's right! The, the volume. The text."
"What text?" He furrowed his brows.
"The volume-y text," Willow explained cryptically.
Tara nodded emphatically, her smile bright and voice high and chipper. "You know!"
Willow continued stumbling her way through an explanation. "The, the... Mernuverfer... Report."
"The what-now?" Xander leaned forward slightly while Buffy sat beside him, wearing a blank look.
Giles glanced to his wife, whose expression was an interesting mix of confusion and realization. "When were we talking about a text?" she asked them, lifting one perfectly-shaped brow.
"Oh, there's just a few volumes back at the house that deal with mystical chants... bacchanals."
Giles continued to look at them through narrowed eyes, flicking his gaze toward his wife again to find a slight smirk on her lips now while she looked at the girls, murmuring, "I see..."
Tara shrugged. "It might be relevant."
Willow nodded, "Yeah, we could, um--" She gestured vaguely toward the door.
Giles reached up, pulling his glasses off. "Well, I'm a hair's breadth from investigating bunnies at the moment, so I'm open to anything."
"Tumor demons?" Xander offered.
Giles threw him a look, then glanced to his wife. "Darling, pick up your pencil again, hmm? Now I believe I'd like to toss it at him."
Jenny grinned devilishly behind the large book she'd propped up in front of her, while Xander's jaw dropped indignantly.
Before long, school had let out for the day and Dawn joined them at the shop, rushing in excitedly. "Oh my God. You will never believe what happened at school today."
Buffy quirked an eyebrow. "Everybody started singing and dancing?"
Dawn pouted in disappointment, then fibbed, "I gave birth to a pterodactyl."
Anya gawked at her. "Oh my God! Did it sing?"
Dawn made her way into the shop. "So you guys too, huh?"
Xander nodded. "So what'd you guys sing about?"
"Math," she sighed, and took her backpack off her shoulders, setting it down as she took a seat on the stool near the counter.
Giles kept hearing whispering and giggling off to the other side of Jenny, though he didn't pay it much mind until Tara suddenly exclaimed, "Tha-That's right! The, the volume. The text."
"What text?" He furrowed his brows.
"The volume-y text," Willow explained cryptically.
Tara nodded emphatically, her smile bright and voice high and chipper. "You know!"
Willow continued stumbling her way through an explanation. "The, the... Mernuverfer... Report."
"The what-now?" Xander leaned forward slightly while Buffy sat beside him, wearing a blank look.
Giles glanced to his wife, whose expression was an interesting mix of confusion and realization. "When were we talking about a text?" she asked them, lifting one perfectly-shaped brow.
"Oh, there's just a few volumes back at the house that deal with mystical chants... bacchanals."
Giles continued to look at them through narrowed eyes, flicking his gaze toward his wife again to find a slight smirk on her lips now while she looked at the girls, murmuring, "I see..."
Tara shrugged. "It might be relevant."
Willow nodded, "Yeah, we could, um--" She gestured vaguely toward the door.
Giles reached up, pulling his glasses off. "Well, I'm a hair's breadth from investigating bunnies at the moment, so I'm open to anything."
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