DISCLAIMER: Buffy/Giles and the BuffyRat do not belong to me. Well, if I were Joss Whedon, they would, but since I'm not... <sigh>
RATED: G (Nobody pass out from shock, okay?) and S for Stupid.
SYNOPSIS: Post-BBB silliness. Very short.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'd like to say in advance that I'm sorry. :-)
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Giles rubbed his eyes tiredly. He put his glasses down on the table and hung his head for a moment. "Did Angel ever...share his past...er...habits with you, Buffy?"
The Slayer shot a Look at the back of his head as she continued to scarf the contents of the plate in front of her. "Why do you ask," she said around the mouthful of Muenster.
"Well, it's just that I can't help but think all this research is -- what ARE you eating," he said as the noise of her chewing became too much for him.
Buffy looked up guiltily. "Um...cheese."
She swallowed hastily. "Uh-huh."
"Buffy, far be it for me to point this out, but you seem to have developed a certain...fondness for cheese lately."
"So you're saying what, exactly?"
He paused momentarily. "N..nothing, just that you are extraordinarily...er...cheesy."
"Gee, thanks, Giles."
"Well, when did this...need begin?" he questioned.
"I'd say ever since I took a walk on the rodent side," she said with a sigh. "The Slayer turned into a RAT, of all things. How embarassing."
Giles shoved his glasses back on his nose. "Oh. Well, you were rather, um, fetching --"
Buffy frowned at him. "--for a rat, Giles. A rat."
"It could have been worse, Buffy."
"You could have been turned into a mosquito. A petite one, but a bloodsucker just the same."
She looked at him.
And then they both burst into laughter.