Going to school (part 1)Disclaimer: none of the characters are mine, but belong to their respective owners.
The next moment, when Dawn and Buffy were having a hearty breakfast of pickled eggs and coffee. Normally, their mother would never allow them to eat picked eggs at breakfast, but Mrs. Summers has already gone to work, leaving her girls to fend on their own, hence the unorthodox meal of the day.
“Do you think that mom has forgotten about us going to school? It is Friday, after all,” Dawn asked Buffy, half hopefully and half reluctantly.
“It’s mom. Of course she has not forgotten. She just probably asked Matron Do’Urden to have her children walk us to school – show us the way, more precisely.”
“Mmm,” Dawn nodded. “I go to a different school, remember? Think they know where it is?”
A horn beeped from outside. Buffy and Dawn looked out. Sure enough, there was Briza Do’Urden, riding a large family van of all cars, looking enquiringly at them.
Ever since they have met her yesterday, Briza Do’Urden was nice, friendly, and polite to the Summers’ sisters. She was also tall, powerful, and overall intimidating – enough to make Buffy feel as if she was the pixie in here, and Briza was the human. In any case, both she and Dawn finished eating their breakfast quickly enough and went outside.* * *
“You know,” Vierna said wryly, “you didn’t have to rush on our behalf.”
“True,” Buffy agreed, “but we have already finished breakfast and have packed our backpacks last evening, when we came home – we believe in being prepared beforehand.”
“Very sensible,” Dinin said, still wrinkling his nose, “but did you eat that your breath smells so strange?”
“Pickled eggs,” Dawn explained, as she piped from the backseat.
There was a general pause. “Pickled eggs
?” Briza exclaimed incredulously from her position in the driver’s seat. “Who would eat them for breakfast
“We do,” Dawn shrugged. “Whenever mom isn’t around to prevent us, that is.”
“Really? For breakfast we usually eat grains – cereal, you humans call them.”
“Yes, we know,” Dawn said with an eye roll. “Buffy and I... we just don’t like cereal, it’s too heavy, it’s too filling for our taste. We argue with mom about that often.”
“Really? We thought that all humans like cereal?”
“Don’t know about that,” Buffy interrupted the discussion, “but is that Sunnydale High?”