“No, not the lost lamb from the Watchers fold. Another lost lamb – of the Sunnydale refugee variety.” A bit of smugness crept into his expression as he took in the reactions of all the original Scoobies. “Arisen from the ashes of his sojourn in the hellish realms where he took on the battle to end it all. . . .” and he paused for the most possible dramatic effect “Gandalf in vampyric guise!”
“Gandalf? What the hell are you talking about?” Buffy glanced from one face to the other, trying to make sense of Andrew’s geek-babble. “Speak in less metaphors!”
“I’m not sure he’s capable of that.” Hee!
Once more her eyes lifted to him. “So can we? Follow our hearts?”
“Sounds like the best plan ‘ve heard in a long while.”
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“Gandalf? What the hell are you talking about?” Buffy glanced from one face to the other, trying to make sense of Andrew’s geek-babble. “Speak in less metaphors!”
“I’m not sure he’s capable of that.”
Hee!
Once more her eyes lifted to him. “So can we? Follow our hearts?”
“Sounds like the best plan ‘ve heard in a long while.”
“Good. We can start that now. Right now.”
And Buffy leaned down to kiss him.
Very nice.