Buffy took the opportunity to flop unceremoniously down onto the sand next to Tara, returning the smile before squinting disapprovingly up at the sky.

"You mean on account of this new and refreshingly crappy weather? Yep, it's very appropriate." As the artificial heavens didn't appear to be offering any kind of response to the criticism, she looked back at Tara again. "So how's Tara-Land? Apart from literary?"