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[~~/Flips table at her hiatus~~ This entry takes place in the late morning. These will all have to take place at different times in the day because crossing over would get insanely awkward.]

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Buffy darlin'! I've got some free time today if ya wanna come over and try my amazingly delicious crêpes fer lunch, as promised! I also found a great recipe I know yer gonna love!

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[Filtered to Emil | 90% Unhackable]

I'm ready ta tell ya now if ya still wanna hear it.

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[Filtered to Alexei | 95% Unhackable]
[This bit is written, yeah the strikeouts are completely readable.]

~~Evesdropping is rude~~
~~How's the jailbait?~~
You heard what the little girl said, let's go and 'say sorry' by the south lake at 8pm. Bring your sword, or a picnic. I'd personally prefer a picnic but somehow I doubt that.

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You should be nice, I'm tryin' ta be generous here fer a change! [He already prepared all the ingredients while waiting for you, so he'll be getting to work on actually making the crepe.]

Speaking of generous. [She slides a wide purse off her shoulder and rummages for just a moment. Out comes a small package. It looks vaguely like a wrapped up liquor bottle.]

Bones told me this kind was good. I kinda asked him for some help with the host gift. [And it had been vaguely short notice, so the wrapping paper might be a little...girly.]

[That catches his attention, so much so he almost forgot about the crepe. He dishes it up and starts to prepare the rest of his secret recipe.] Ooh? A gift fer old me, ya shouldn't have darlin'! I'll have ta try stay sober today.

Save it for a celebration. [Her smile persists.] Can't promise it's anywhere near delicious, though.

Unlike you I can promise these crepes are delicious! [He adds the finishing touches and brings it over. On the plate lies two folded crepes, drizzled in a warm milk chocolate sauce. The inside? Slices of banana placed on a lining of peanut butter. He doesn't say anything, he just grins as he takes a seat opposite her.]

[She slices daintily, affording the dish her utmost respect.

One forkful into her mouth and she takes the time to savour it. Ah, peanut butter. Delight passes over her face.]

Hey--Raven! This is fab!

Edited 2010-06-02 22:17 (UTC)

[His ego has been rubbed.]

Told ya! Though I can't say I tried the recipe myself first, but I figured ya might like it.

You should try it--sweet or not. [This time, she eagerly saws off another bite and holds the fork out to Raven.] Go for it.

Uh, no thanks. Me and sweet things really don't mix. 'Sides I've eaten enough peanut butter today already.

If you don't try it, then you'll never know if I'm either telling the truth or just stroking your ego.

You wouldn't lie to me would you? Not after I go through all the effort ta make ya some lovely crepes!

[She takes the bite herself, then.]

You had to go and trip me up with logic and gratitude, didn't you?

If it stops me havin' ta eat anything sweet then sure, let's go with that reasoning.

I do have another recipe, not quite a peanut butter one, but ya might like it!

Let me finish this delicacy first, chef-boy. [Not that it looks like it'll last long. Upside to being a Slayer? Don't have to count calories.]

Haha, chef-boy. Gotta say that's a new one fer me! It's usually just Old Man.

[He leans back in the chair, eyeing the bottle she brought. That really is wrapped up quite girly. Maybe he should save it for a special occassion, it is his birthday soon enough.]

Believe me, I've known older.

Considering yer talk of Vampires and Demons, I wouldn't doubt ya fer a minute!

I believe I vaguely recall telling you about the hundred-plus-year-old ex-flame, right?

[Flames, actually. Plural. But off the dragobete-juice, she's denying any involvement with Spike.

Also? Second last bite.]

That's the one! Bet it'd make things awkward for ya if he showed up here.

[He stands up again heading towards the kitchen.] Want a drink ta wash that down? Anythin' in particular?

He was here when I arrived. [She describes of Angel.] And there was a certain degree of very awkward, yeah.

[Down with the last bite.] Some water would be fine. Don't want to distract from the taste.

Ah... Didn't realise sorry. [He takes some water out of the fridge and pours it into a glass before bringing it over to the table. No dirty tap water here |:]

Never an easy subject when it comes to past relationships. I won't pry! [He points to the bottle you brought.] So. Any idea what exactly that drink is?

Edited 2010-06-03 15:29 (UTC)

Don't apologize. [She smiles a small smile.] Angel and I are very much in the past.

[She eyes the gift.] Bourbon, I think. Bones likes bourbon.

[The name Angel made him giggle a little.] Was he seriously called Angel?

And isn't Bourbon a kind of whiskey? I'm sure I've seen it at the bar before.

A demon with the face of an angel. [She smiles, affectionately.] It's not any weirder than Raven, you know.

I'll have you know Raven is a wonderful name. I chose it myself.

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