"The Lorax is copyrighted, and it so is not. And with little embroidered hearts and stars?" Just watch, once Dawn gets the hang of the hatches, she'll make Buffy this hideous chair for her very own.

Dawn is the taller sister forever, end of story. And in her very favorite impractical heels, she's even taller. (New order of business: create shoes, directly post ugly folding chair.) But the 'ha ha ha, I'm taller than you, Buffy' can wait; right now, she's giving Buffy one last squeeze, then darting in to kiss her cheek quickly.

"I knew it. And the knee situation is... slightly tenderized, but nothing that some Neosporin and a bandaid won't fix. Plus, you're here, so okay is automatically accomplished."