Disclaimer: Joss owns the boys, DC owns the girls.
Note: Hey, look, even MORE characters that aren't Willow or Xander! (Well, okay, Xander's THERE, but I used Andrew! Brownie points!) Poor boys, left out of the club...
“Mr. Giles, my legs are getting cold.”
“Do shut up, Andrew.”
“But Mr. GILES!”
Xander rolled his eye. “Andrew, just be glad they've decided to allow us to stand in water, with their 'no boys allowed' laws and all. We're lucky they don't make us tread water for the entire visit. Although, inner tubes...”
“Yes, I must say, that was some very fine negotiating on Spike's part. Never tell him I said that, by the way.”
“Well, he hung out with Angel and his lawyers for a year, so some corruption was inevitable.”
“Mr. Giles, could you ask the girls over there to put down the spears, because one of them is starting to look at me funny.”
“Andrew, they are Amazons, not 'girls.' Further more, they are hosting our Slayers and witches while they train because they see them as their own, a thing for which we are extremely lucky. Also, I'm beginning to consider pushing you onto the beach so you're their problem instead. Taking all of this into account, no, I don't think I'll ask them to do anything.”
“There's the Ripper we all know and love.”
“No, Ripper would barreled in there already instead of waiting for the Queen and her centuries-old traditions, leading us all to a bloody, painful death.”
“Good point. Much love for the G-man.”
The three continued waiting.
The man sighed. “Yes, Andrew?”
“I can't feel my toes.”
Xander rubbed his temples, wondering if Themyscira had aspirin.