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[stillbecoming]

It's pretty dark out back, but not too dark to see Buffy perched on one of the rocks by the lake, arms around her knees. Or the mug of hot chocolate balanced by her ankle, steaming fragrantly into the wind.

It is probably too dark to see the look on her face, which promises uninspired and gloomy conversation.

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[stillbecoming]

Buffy glances up, effectively distracted by confusion.

"I can't see fall colors inside, either."

Unless there are holiday decorations up. She didn't really check. "...Unless there are decorations."

[stillbecoming]

"After --"

Right. It's like that time it was Christmas here when it was -- not Christmas, her memory supplies halfheartedly.

It would probably be really rude to ask if he's in costume if he's not.

She settles on, instead, "If there's no point in being out here, why are you?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Buffy?"

Oh look who it is.

[stillbecoming]

She's slow to turn her head.

"Oh. Hi --" What's his name? "Andrew."

It's been a while. At least on her end. Listlessly: "How're you?"

[stilljustandrew]

"I'm good. Uh ..."

It's been a while on his end too, at least for seeing her here.

"... are you all right?"

[stillbecoming]

"Peachy." With more than a hint of impatience. "I just wanted to..."

She looks at the lake for inspiration.

"Look at the lake."

Didn't find any.