"Ten pounds? Oh, you're so on. First one to puke gets to be the other's slave for life?" She raises a hand and calls out for an Extra to bring them another round of drinks.
"Blonde--oh, you mean Spike." Cordelia shrugs. "Yep. Angel's brain is like stuck in circa 19-Buffy. You and I? Practically non-existent to him." And that actually hurts like hell, but she'll deal with it.
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"Blonde--oh, you mean Spike." Cordelia shrugs. "Yep. Angel's brain is like stuck in circa 19-Buffy. You and I? Practically non-existent to him." And that actually hurts like hell, but she'll deal with it.