“Presents after the cake,” Buffy said, as she lit the candles.
“Cool,” Dawn said.
“You know,” Giles mused, “it used to be the custom to give a key on the occasion of a twenty-first. I suppose that would hardly be appropriate in your case.”
“Okay, blow out the candles and we’ll sing ‘Happy Birthday’,” Xander said.
Dawn sucked in her breath and blew. The candle-flames went out. The whole room flickered for a moment.
Buffy narrowed her eyes. “Hey, that’s weird,” she said. “How come there’s a birthday cake on the table?” She scrutinized the icing. “And, who’s this ‘Dawn’?”