: Buffy belongs to Joss. Amos belongs to the estate of Robert Lawson. None belong to me, I'm making no money.
Buffy sat down on the grass and pounded it with her fists. Since she was a Slayer, they made quite a dent. "DamndamndamndamnDAMN!" she growled.
"What's the problem?" she heard, oddly, from below her. Looking down, all she could see was a medium sized brown mouse.
"Don't tell me, now I'm having to deal with talking mice?" Frowning and crinkling her nose, she continued. "Hold it, since I destroyed the seed, how is magic making you talk? As far as that goes, do you smoke?"
"Well, to the first, all destroying the seed did was to make it impossible to make new talking mice. Those of us who've been around since Ben's time are still all right. As for the second, I personally don't, smoking's not good for you, but I've known the occasional smoker. Why do you ask?"
He was startled when she grinned and pumped her fist. "Yes! the excuse I gave at Hemery could