“What’s for dinner?” Buffy asked.
“Ice cream,” Hank said, upending a dish over her head and covering her hair with Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey.
“Mississippi Mud Pie,” Angel added, squashing a piece into her face.
“Banana Split,” Giles said, shoving a banana into her ear.
“Cheesecake,” Parker put in, dropping a slice down the front of her blouse.
“Apple Pie, of course,” Riley insisted, slapping a slice onto her forehead.
“Spotted Dick, pet,” Spike leered, pelting her with currant pudding.
Buffy screwed up her face and burst into tears. “Why do all the men in my life dessert me?”