That's Buffy. Aggravating and awesome in equal measure. Despite any anger fueled yelling to the contrary-- or ages... ten to seventeen, sorry Buffy-- Dawn wouldn't trade her for anyone else, though.
"It's metaphorical liar-flame. There's no material fire retardant enough to hide from it."
Having been at college before the giant thing, Dawn could point out that red cup != not filled with tequila. However, it being this particular red cup, it does. Sigh.
Her smile gets wider, happier. All 'our little girl's growing up' jokes aside-- which, by the way: still not as hilarious as everyone seems to think-- Xander's approval means a lot. The crush is dead and buried, but that doesn't mean him saying she's pretty doesn't get extra amounts of happy. "The hatches are my new favorite thing in the history of ever. Way better than a mall, even with the lack of cute boys and Orange Juliuses."
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"It's metaphorical liar-flame. There's no material fire retardant enough to hide from it."
Having been at college before the giant thing, Dawn could point out that red cup != not filled with tequila. However, it being this particular red cup, it does. Sigh.
Her smile gets wider, happier. All 'our little girl's growing up' jokes aside-- which, by the way: still not as hilarious as everyone seems to think-- Xander's approval means a lot. The crush is dead and buried, but that doesn't mean him saying she's pretty doesn't get extra amounts of happy. "The hatches are my new favorite thing in the history of ever. Way better than a mall, even with the lack of cute boys and Orange Juliuses."