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Touch the last yam and you'll lose a limb." Willow warned in a whisper.
Richard looked up in surprise, then followed his girlfriend's gaze to find Buffy staring daggers at his hand, which hovered over the serving spoon. He'd seen the same dangerous glint in Anita's eyes when she was tracking rogue vampires. Remembering his boyscout training, Richard slowly withdrew his hand. Nice and easy. There was no reason to incite the world's oldest living slayer on Thanksgiving.
"It's all yours." He offered.
Buffy brightened immediately and dove for the lone yam sitting steeped in brown sugar glaze. Richard exhaled a relieved sigh. Another disaster averted.