[cue the dramatic sighing on his part because this is definitely not how he'd expected this particular meeting to go. not that he'd envisioned this meeting. but suppose he had, he certainly hadn't figured it would happen in the barbie house.

buffy might not want a cuppa joe but robbie certainly couldn't live without one, so pardon him a moment while he leaves the awkward scene for just a tic and returns with a full to the brim cup of caffeinated goodness.

only after his first sip does he address either of them.]

Can we try not to fight over fashion don'ts for a moment and focus instead on why I suddenly have an entourage? And no. I didn't steal anything or fall into anything or read any magic books.