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"How was patrol?"
Buffy flopped down in the nearest chair, looking frustrated. "We live in a land of sexy accents," she complained.
"And that's a problem… how?"
"Spike was bad enough. But try staying properly fighty and scowly when you've got someone saying 'Fai del tuo meglio, bella.' I don't even know what that means, and it still makes me go all mushy." Buffy groaned, and put her hand over her eyes. "I can't keep getting attracted to evil guys because they sound pretty, I just can't…"
Dawn tried not to laugh. "Hey, at least he thought you looked good."