"Chips, Coke, Twizzlers--" she took the time to grin at Sam, feeding her own food obsession along with his "--Cookies? We have to have cookies," she nodded. She picked up a bag of Twinkies for Anya, even though she was off taking things that she and Dean would need, and tuned to look at Sam when he spoke.
You realize if we're the only people alive, we really don't have to worry about a food shortage, right?
"You'll thank me later when Dean's pre-barf 'cause he's eaten everything in sight," Buffy grinned, tossing on another bag of chips. "Besides, it's not like we can cook in the library, is it?"
"You're not cooking, are you?" Anya's stricken face appeared from behind one of the shelves. "Do you remember the Thanksgiving incident last year?"
Buffy frowned, "I totally had that under control!"
Anya rolled her eyes, "If having it under control includes having to call the nice fireman with the big hose to come and save your kitchen from sudden death. Giles had smoke inhalation for a week." She turned to look at Sam, "
( ... )
Sam laughed again as she added a package of Twinkies to the pile. "Could we at least pretend to be healthy here?" He was met with the classic "silly you" look from Buffy as she pet his arm before turning back to the wall of snacks.
He smirked as she and Anya bickered about Thanksgiving and whether or not it had almost been as deadly as a typical hunt. He grinned at Buffy. "How come I never heard about this experience with you and a turkey?"Dean walked into the shop, raising an amused eyebrow at the stack of food the Slayer was currently balancing in his brother's arms. Sam, the pack mule. Kinda worked for him honestly
( ... )
"Trust me, the last thing you want to see ever is me with a turkey baster in my hand," said Buffy, shuddering at the memory. Her first family Thanksgiving - six months after her death where she'd tried to make everybody get along, a one-night-only kinda deal.
Except it hadn't worked. Willow and Tara had still been separated, Anya and Xander had spent the day arguing about seating plans for the wedding and Buffy had almost single-handedly burnt down her house. "I'm not exactly the picture of domesticity over here..."
"Who is?" Anya asked, smiling to herself quite smugly when Dean swatted her on the butt. Sam and Buffy chose not to notice, even though they quite blatantly had, and Anya set about grabbing more stuff.
Important stuff, like gummi worms. And more Durex, one of which lay heavy on the emphasis that they were ribbed for her pleasure."Thanksgiving is a no-no," said Buffy, "ditto birthday's. I can do Christmas at a push but don't expect me to cook." She picked up a couple of loaves of bread - sandwiches being the only
( ... )
"So basically the fate of the world rests with four people who can't even cook?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "Yeah, this is gonna bode well." He started towards the counter where Anya and Dean were currently bagging items.
Dean raised an eyebrow at Buffy. "Willow is your witchy woman friend, right?" he asked.
Sam rolled his eyes as he started tossing bags of chips into a grocery bag. "Not all witches are bad, you know."
Dean snorted a bit but didn't argue, finishing up with his own bag. "So we got some food to tide us over, and other essentials," he said as he grinned at Anya. "I say next stop is that hunting store to get some more artillery."
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You realize if we're the only people alive, we really don't have to worry about a food shortage, right?
"You'll thank me later when Dean's pre-barf 'cause he's eaten everything in sight," Buffy grinned, tossing on another bag of chips. "Besides, it's not like we can cook in the library, is it?"
"You're not cooking, are you?" Anya's stricken face appeared from behind one of the shelves. "Do you remember the Thanksgiving incident last year?"
Buffy frowned, "I totally had that under control!"
Anya rolled her eyes, "If having it under control includes having to call the nice fireman with the big hose to come and save your kitchen from sudden death. Giles had smoke inhalation for a week." She turned to look at Sam, " ( ... )
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He smirked as she and Anya bickered about Thanksgiving and whether or not it had almost been as deadly as a typical hunt. He grinned at Buffy. "How come I never heard about this experience with you and a turkey?"Dean walked into the shop, raising an amused eyebrow at the stack of food the Slayer was currently balancing in his brother's arms. Sam, the pack mule. Kinda worked for him honestly ( ... )
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Except it hadn't worked. Willow and Tara had still been separated, Anya and Xander had spent the day arguing about seating plans for the wedding and Buffy had almost single-handedly burnt down her house. "I'm not exactly the picture of domesticity over here..."
"Who is?" Anya asked, smiling to herself quite smugly when Dean swatted her on the butt. Sam and Buffy chose not to notice, even though they quite blatantly had, and Anya set about grabbing more stuff.
Important stuff, like gummi worms. And more Durex, one of which lay heavy on the emphasis that they were ribbed for her pleasure."Thanksgiving is a no-no," said Buffy, "ditto birthday's. I can do Christmas at a push but don't expect me to cook." She picked up a couple of loaves of bread - sandwiches being the only ( ... )
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Dean raised an eyebrow at Buffy. "Willow is your witchy woman friend, right?" he asked.
Sam rolled his eyes as he started tossing bags of chips into a grocery bag. "Not all witches are bad, you know."
Dean snorted a bit but didn't argue, finishing up with his own bag. "So we got some food to tide us over, and other essentials," he said as he grinned at Anya. "I say next stop is that hunting store to get some more artillery."
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