su_herald | Saturday 11 December 2010

Buffy: What are you doing today?
Giles: Uh, it's a good day for me, actually. A friend of mine recently acquired a-uh an original Gutenberg demonography... and it suddenly occurred to me that you've never once asked me what my day's plans were, which leads me to inquire whether you're feeling entirely yourself.
Buffy: That's not true. I ask about you all the time. Ok, well, maybe the words don't actually make it out of my mouth, but I think about it.
Giles: And it's appreciated. Which doesn't explain why you're hanging around here instead of rushing off as usual.
Buffy: It's no big. I just figured I'd hang here...you know, until my roommate goes to class.
Giles: Ah, I see.
Buffy: I know, it's probably just me having a bitch attack. But it's not...me.
Giles: Buffy, living with somebody is never easy. Especially for an only child...
Buffy: Giles, listen to me, ok? When she sharpens her pencils she measures them with a ruler to make sure they're all the same size.
Giles: Which is fussy, I agree, but everybody has their idiosyncrasies. You'd do well to learn to tolerate them.
Buffy: Or I'll end up an old lady who can only live with cats?
Giles: Something like that.

---Living Conditions, BtVS

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