: Gift SlayerRating
: Buffy approaches Daniel with coffee and the offer of knowledge
. Double drabble.
Daniel frowned at the paper coffee cup standing atop his worktable in its little cardboard jacket, then at Buffy, perched next to it, swinging her legs aimlessly as she stared at him. "What's, uh... what's going on?" he asked warily, raising his eyebrows at her.
"Nothing," she said, shrugging and widening her green eyes innocently. "I just thought, um. I wondered how you were doing with your Slayer research?"
She smiled sheepishly as he continued to stare, completely baffled as to why she was bringing this up now
. He'd long since given up getting any interesting answers out of her; she usually played dumb or claimed imminent "training sessions" with Major Lorne or one of the Slayers whenever he tried to corner her with a question.
...Of course! How could he have forgotten? Lorne and Lt. Cadman were already gone, and Sam and Janet were busy packing today. "You're bored
," he accused her, amused.
"Guilty as charged?" she replied, shrugging. "C'mon. Don't look a gift Slayer in the mouth. I have three hours
to waste before I get to beat up Marines today."
"Three hours?" He grinned and reached for a notepad. "Okay. Just remember, though, you asked for it..."