Another deleted scene...
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chicating(rewatching season Buffy 6...I swear Christmas joy doesn't make me think of funerals...that's more an easter vibe, right? even for cafeteria Christians.)
“Christmas cards…” Giles repeated, disbelievingly. “ Don’t suppose there was any Yuletide treasure in those.”
Summers blushed. “Oh, um, sometimes. I was trying to start a business and Joyce was doing all right for herself…I wouldn’t believe everything you hear, if I were you…I’m sorry I didn’t, you know, have a crystal ball.”
Giles drew himself up to full height. Slightly taller than Summers, he was pettily glad to notice, and said in his most reasonable, plummy tone. “I shouldn’t wonder about that…in your place, I’d be surprised if you have any.” The tiny flash of victory, mixed with the ancient thrill of transgression, was cold comfort, but comfort, nonetheless. Next the Watcher turned his attention to Dawn, who seemed almost determined to joylessly eat her weight in biscuits. “Dawn, stop that…you’ll get sick, and that won’t do anyone any good. Especially not Buffy….maybe you should spend a little more time with your father. He’s bound to be leaving again soon.” Not like him to rub it in, but he seemed most unlike himself, these days.
“I know, Giles,” Dawn replied. “I don’t even want them. Not really. But when I have them in my mouth and I notice what they taste like, for a minute, I feel almost normal. Cause I mean, here are the grody ones that Buffy always liked…you know, that taste like coconut? And I found myself thinking, like, ‘more for her’ except there won’t be. Or that Mom will be mad that I’m making a total pig of myself, except if she is, I doubt she’ll be sending a Ghost-o-Gram to let me know about it, right?”
“I shouldn’t think so.” Giles smiled reassuringly. “But I’d ease off them just in case.” The girl’s tear-stained face brought back one of his spliced-together memories that he had of Dawn. Namely, that when he’d first met the family, Dawn had been frightened of him, because she thought he’d be watching her all the time. He had seen a lot of her at her most freaked-out and tearstained.
“Christmas cards…” Giles repeated, disbelievingly. “ Don’t suppose there was any Yuletide treasure in those.”
Summers blushed. “Oh, um, sometimes. I was trying to start a business and Joyce was doing all right for herself…I wouldn’t believe everything you hear, if I were you…I’m sorry I didn’t, you know, have a crystal ball.”
Giles drew himself up to full height. Slightly taller than Summers, he was pettily glad to notice, and said in his most reasonable, plummy tone. “I shouldn’t wonder about that…in your place, I’d be surprised if you have any.” The tiny flash of victory, mixed with the ancient thrill of transgression, was cold comfort, but comfort, nonetheless. Next the Watcher turned his attention to Dawn, who seemed almost determined to joylessly eat her weight in biscuits. “Dawn, stop that…you’ll get sick, and that won’t do anyone any good. Especially not Buffy….maybe you should spend a little more time with your father. He’s bound to be leaving again soon.” Not like him to rub it in, but he seemed most unlike himself, these days.
“I know, Giles,” Dawn replied. “I don’t even want them. Not really. But when I have them in my mouth and I notice what they taste like, for a minute, I feel almost normal. Cause I mean, here are the grody ones that Buffy always liked…you know, that taste like coconut? And I found myself thinking, like, ‘more for her’ except there won’t be. Or that Mom will be mad that I’m making a total pig of myself, except if she is, I doubt she’ll be sending a Ghost-o-Gram to let me know about it, right?”
“I shouldn’t think so.” Giles smiled reassuringly. “But I’d ease off them just in case.” The girl’s tear-stained face brought back one of his spliced-together memories that he had of Dawn. Namely, that when he’d first met the family, Dawn had been frightened of him, because she thought he’d be watching her all the time. He had seen a lot of her at her most freaked-out and tearstained.
