[Spike has been sleeping like, well, the dead, so it takes him a little longer to wake up than it takes Kaylee. It's not until he hears his name that he blinks his eyes open and sees Kaylee.]
...how much did I drink last night?
[Because apparently it was enough to forget the drinking, seeing Kaylee, and the sex.]
[but the little girl, all brown hair and knees and elbows, just laughs]
You're silly, Daddy. [flopping on her back between them, on top of the covers, she tilts her head back to look up at Kaylee] Can I have strawberry pancakes for breakfast? Pleeeeeeeease?
[There's a brief look in Spike's direction, wondering if he's as befuddled by this as she is, but the little girl just seems so at home and happy that it's hard not to just fall into step. At least until they can talk away from prying ears.
Sitting up and letting the covers fall to her lap, Kaylee brushes a stray strand of hair out of Annie's eyes. Its an automatic gesture, but it feels...right] You're a pretty little thing, ain't ya?
[and just a bit more softly, to Spike] You think this is some sort of castle thing?
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...how much did I drink last night?
[Because apparently it was enough to forget the drinking, seeing Kaylee, and the sex.]
And who's the midget?
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[but the little girl, all brown hair and knees and elbows, just laughs]
You're silly, Daddy. [flopping on her back between them, on top of the covers, she tilts her head back to look up at Kaylee] Can I have strawberry pancakes for breakfast? Pleeeeeeeease?
....Okay...this ain't makin' a lick of sense.
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[The little girl giggles, then says:] A-N-N-I-E! [She beams up at them, then promptly adds:] F-R-Y-E!
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[There's a brief look in Spike's direction, wondering if he's as befuddled by this as she is, but the little girl just seems so at home and happy that it's hard not to just fall into step. At least until they can talk away from prying ears.
Sitting up and letting the covers fall to her lap, Kaylee brushes a stray strand of hair out of Annie's eyes. Its an automatic gesture, but it feels...right] You're a pretty little thing, ain't ya?
[and just a bit more softly, to Spike] You think this is some sort of castle thing?
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