I don't own them, really. But I don't want to say who I don't own, cause that would give it away. Can you guess who it is before I tell?
"What do you mean, I don't know what I'm talking about? Sweetheart, that look went out fifty years ago, and you should have gone out with it."
"I'll have you know, young lady, that to this day, children pretend to be me. Many look up to me. You're look will be out again in five years, but this..." the slayer's opponent gestured to her trademark style. "...is timeless."
Buffy narrowed her eyes. "Your look is the look of the co-dependant female of decades past. I'm the Slayer. I don't have that option even if I want it. I have to fight.All you've ever done is prance around looking cute and falling into the arms of your little boyfriend over there."
The boyfriend in question back up nervously. "Now, Minerva, she doesn't know..."
"You're right, she doesn't," Minerva snapped back, turning back to the slayer. "I'll have you know, that I have been a symbol of independence sense my debut. This is the flapper style, the style of some of the first independent women of this century. And, the first time he tried to kiss me, I jumped out of the plane to teach him a lesson in manners."
Xander looked at the boyfriend who glumly nodded. He patted his new friend in sympathy and turned back to the game of cat and Mouse.
"And further more, you have been saved by men just as often as I have. My only problem is just being too adorable to resist. I have run a night-club, conducted an orchestra of living, not to mention rebellious, instruments. I have been a queen, running a kingdom alone when my husband, the king, was king-napped, AND I'm a sorceress. And unlike you, missy, I have long since accepted that I was made this way. You don't hear me complaining. Pouting and pretending there is no danger doesn't make it go away. I learned that when a gorilla captured me," the petite heroine finished philosophically.
As Buffy responded just as scathingly, the two males stood on the sidelines watching.
Xander asked, "Should we..."
"Oh no," the other replied. "Independent women remember?"
"Maybe we should go for a bit."
Xander eyed him speculatively. "You think, they'll hurt each other."
"More than likely, they'll end up shopping buddies," the four-foot Mouse replied.
With a shudder of horror, Xander led Mickey away. "I didn't know Minnie was short for Minerva."
AN: For those of you that aren't aware, which is all of you, I am a nanny. The two-year-old that commands my days is hooked on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and a bunny jumped out and bit me. Do a Wikipedia search on Minnie if you don't believe what she said here. I kid you not.