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[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[oh look it's Buffy, who hasn't appeared on the Plane for a while because her mun is fail because she's been terribly busy fighting the forces of evil (as one does). As it is, she looks tired and possibly a tad petulant too. For some reason she's carrying a deckchair-- probably in order to sit on it, which she proceeds to do]

Why hasn't Scotland heard of churros?

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[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Ngh...cute. Nearly as bad as being nice, isn't it?

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

Nice is bad now? Is that some new slang I'm not down with yet, because-- OH, demon, right. Umm... well when I said 'cute' what I really meant was 'terrifying' and 'certainly not anything I'd ever consider petting'. Yup.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[A long silence; the snake just stares.]

[In a somewhat indignant tone:]

...petting.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[oh dear]

...it's way too late to backtrack now, isn't it?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

...tell you what: I'll refrain from making a rude joke about it and we'll call it even. Agreed?

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[she laughs, before replying, dryly] Your terms are more than reasonable.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Exsssellent.

Now back to the original problem: I'm afraid I can't help you with your—what was it, churros?—churro craving.

...though I suppose I could have the angel order in, and bring them to the Plane for you.

[likeajoan.livejournal.com]

[d'aww Buffy is touched]

Oh thanks, you're so-- [er, she was going to say 'sweet' there, but rapidly thinks better of it] umm, I mean that's very tempting, but I couldn't ask you to do that. I'd feel bad. There would be guilt. I can live without churros. I'm just doing my occasional ritual necessary bitchfest.