It's perfect. [ she wrapped her hands around the mug and scowled. ]

I've always liked it. My name--not yours. I don't really know if I've ever met a 'Blaine' before you. Maybe.

[ she thought about eggs and was rocketed back to making them for dawn. breakfast foods were pretty much the only foods that weren't frozen that buffy could make with any sort of skill. the memory made her sick. she has to snap out of it-- ] How do you feel about, pancakes?