Disclaimer: Don't own or claim rights to Buffy or any of the songs referenced.~~~~~
Xander decided that enough was definitely enough. He was not going to risk another 'Dorothy in my pocket' incident, so he had hidden himself away with his phone, and he was going through the ring-tones. “Let's see. Angel. Why do I even have his number?” he scowled. “Huh,” he grunted, then chuckled. “I actually like that one. 'Bela Lugosi's Dead.'” He snickered as he listened to the echo-y voice almost reciting the lyrics. “Going to have to play that one for Deadboy if I ever see him. Doubt he's heard of Bauhaus. And next... Buffy. 'Echo Beach?'” He listened to the snippet. “Well, bright, peppy, and escapist. And if anyone needs to get away at times, I'm sure it's Buffy. So what's Will's tone?”
Just as he began to scan through his contacts list, the phone vibrated, and a man's voice piped up. “I got the magic in me / Every time I touch that track -”
“Will?” he answered when he finally got his heart rate under control. “You know hip hop?”
“Uh... Yes?” Willow answered brightly.
“Uh huh. What? Did you do a google search for appropriate lyrics? And, might I add, for lyrics that aren't really appropriate for a guy to have floating out of his hip pocket when he's in public? And heterosexual?”
He could feel her sudden embarrassment at what she'd done. “Um... Oops?” she offered finally.
“'Oops',” he mocked. “I've changed that one, and I forgive you because of what you did for Angel's ring-tone. But that's it, Will. No more remote playing with my phone. Or near playing with my phone. Or playing with my phone for anything. Got it?”
“Got it,” she nodded. “Cookies?” she offered.
Xander squinted as he considered. “Brownies?”
“Brownies,” she agreed.