Buffy nervously knocked on Willow and Tara's door. "Will? Ya home?"

( Spreading the news )

Y'know, you don't really realize just how big a warehouse is until you spend a week crawling around doing an inspection. And when I say "crawling," I don't just mean "on your hands and knees." I mean "on your knees and one hand, while the other one's dangling a crystal around from a silk cord which is not at all smelly or dusty." With your craft ( Read more... )

I've been thinking lately. Serious thoughts, not just warm-n-fuzzy Tara thoughts, like how cute she is when she's all curled up and sleeping next to me ... um, okay, so not needing to get distracted with that ( Read more... )

( I hear you knocking, and I think you're coming in )

When you end up needing to walk through a Slayer's head and fight off the mental toxic waste left there by a bokor, and bring her back to the land of the living as opposed to the living dead, it really is nice if you haven't spent the better part of the day reading Watcher-speak ( Read more... )

I could've stayed at that B&B forever with Tara. Well, except for the whole not having all our stuff around and knowing that the Book Nook won't run itself. But it was good. We needed it ( Read more... )

( At the Five Continents B&B, in the European Suite )

I'm feeling all spring fever-y. I keep cleaning and baking, but it's not working. Life was a lot simpler when I could tell people, "Eat a cookie, ease my pain."

I need to do something. Not sure what yet. But something. Otherwise I'm worried I'm gonna start stacking books in a way that no human ever would, which would just set Xander off on a round ( Read more... )

( Willow's Private Ramblings )

McKenna: *bopping down the hall with her headphones on and her dog trotting along behind, smells cookies and follows her nose to the kitchen ( Read more... )