text @ faith

Buffy: I mean, that perfectly sculpted face. He’s prettier than a girl sometimes, she might be swayed…
Buffy: She isn’t making me eat anything, and I am actually one of those aliens that like like salad so that wouldn’t have been a problem for me. But if you want to bring me food, feel free- I’m not picky.
Faith: Hey, not arguing over here.
Faith: Normally I’d make you beg and ask nice, but it kinda loses the fun when you don’t really want it anyways. Unless it’s like, some jedi mind trick of yours.
Faith: Saint Faith, comin’ up with that weird three-color ice cream.
Buffy: Then I guess I’ll get right on confirmation from the resident lesbian.
Buffy: Well I am all Yoda like with the advice and words of wisdom today so I guess we’ll never know.
Buffy: Napoleonton. I think. Or something.