006/Audio/Late Day 79

[tryingitall]

I've had a thought, Kore--because I do that, occasionally, when I'm not too busy drinking. We've had a lot of new arrivals turn up injured lately, and also a number of re-arrivals with nasty wounds. What about a few of us volunteering as a quick-response group for these occasions? A welcoming committee for the bruised and bleeding, as it were.

I don't know whether the infirmary is equipped for overnight stays, so someone will have to inform me. I'm afraid to go look. If not, maybe some sort of temporary shelter would be appropriate, as well.

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...And on a completely unrelated note, could the person who's been painting murals of birds around town pretty please come forward? I want to shake your hand.

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Zen. [She wrinkles her nose up and raises one shoulder a bit.] Are you into all that... your karma ran over my dogma stuff?

Oh, um. Yep. That's me, Buffy. Buffy is, in fact, me.

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[tryingitall]

No, I'm between belief systems right now. [He deadpans. Technically it's true, but his siblings might not like to hear it.] I mean in a more general sense. Relaxing.

Did you want a beer, yourself? Or I think there's iced tea inside. [He's a poor judge of ages. He can tell she's young, he's just not sure how young. Or what the actual legal drinking age is.]

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[Her eighteen-year-old self considers that, but then. Slowly shakes her head.] Beer... beer bad. Iced tea is definitely more my speed. The speed of Buffies everywhere.

...Isn't that one of those 'A' words? The between religion thing, I mean.

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[tryingitall]

I'll keep that in mind, in case I meet any other Buffies. I'll be right back. [Amused, he gets up to fetch her drink. It takes all of a minute and a half, and he returns with a cup and a jar on a battered tin tray.]

No lemon, I'm afraid, but I brought the honey in case you like it sweetened. [Returning to his previous position, he almost seems to have ignored the religion question, but at last he says slowly:]

Not exactly. I'm quite sure there's a God, I just have my doubts He's interested in what happens to his Creation.

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[She's collecting her spoils, stirring in some honey with a spoon I'm assuming he brought her as well!!! Perhaps... too much honey, to the casual observer, even.] Hey thanks. It looks very icey, and also very tea-like.

[But then Buffy frowns even as she takes a sip to confirm her now extremely sweet and indeed icy, tealike beverage.]

Quite sure's like... a lot sure. So, how can you be so? Sure, that is.

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[tryingitall]

[As long as she can get the spoon (yes, there is a spoon!) to move freely though the drink, he won't comment on the amount of sweetener she's added.] Supplies are a little short, as I'm sure you've heard, but herbs and honey aren't hard to get a hold of.

Well...I don't have proof, of course. But I am an angel. Literally, I mean. I keep the wings hidden so they don't blind people. [That sums it up, right? He thinks he's getting better at having this conversation with people!]