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Buffy is by the fireplace, attempting to toast marshmallows on a polearm.

It's going about as well as you'd expect.

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"That is not efficient," X observes.

She has a keen eye for the obvious.

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"Oh."

X considers that.

Carefully.

"You do not do it on purpose?"

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"The -- oh, the trashing the house? No! No, it's just..." She fidgets. "Sometimes, you know, a demon tries to attack me, or an evil spirit invades the house, or a crazy girl tries to murder my mother...things happen."

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"Oh."

That appears to make more sense to X, even if her reaction is much the same.

"Your identity is not very secret?"

Spiderman has those sorts of problems.

Had them.

Timelines are tough.

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"Among humans it is." She makes a face. "Unfortunately, I'm pretty well known in the demon world. Sometimes I think they have some kind of phone tree."

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X looks dubious.

"Maybe there is a scent."

Beat.

"Or a mystical signal. But I am not good at magic."

Thus she has little to contribute on this point.

But she is fairly sure it is not a phone tree.

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"You and scents," says Buffy, trying to surreptitiously check herself for BO or excessive perfume. "Honestly, I think it's just good old-fashioned gossip, with or without the phone tree. Some demons can be pretty chatty."

She offers X a marshmallow.

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X accepts the marshmallow.

Then, because there is no stick in evidence besides the polearm --

snikt

It is not particularly glamorous, but it is effective.

And X is careful not to cut herself while impaling the marshmallow.

It takes skill.

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"Efficient," says Buffy, watching with approval (and still holding her marshmallow-toasting partisan).

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X shrugs with her non-marshmallow-bedecked claw-containing arm and shoulder.

"I am well-trained."

It's true. Even in these circumstances.

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"So you're gonna get it nice and crispy on the outside, and perfectly melted on the inside, without charring it at all?" says Buffy promptly.

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"Determining optimal conditions for that requires two marshmallows."

For people who are not X, anyway.

Check it out, Buffy.

It's uncanny.

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Buffy tries to parse that. "You want another one?"

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"Yes," X says.

It is probably the easiest answer.

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Buffy holds up the bag.

"Go crazy."

A beat.

"Take as many as you want," she adds, carefully.

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"Okay," X says.

"Thank you."

She takes four.

Two for each claw.

Only one of them gets burned.