“I still don’t know why you chose these costumes,” Buffy grumbled. “I feel like I should be running round saying that the sky is falling. Chicken costume, so not flattering. And you as Humpty Dumpty? Just weird.”
“Nah, pet, I just wanted to settle an old question,” Spike grinned.
“What? Why did the chicken cross the road?”
“Not exactly.” He pulled her into a kiss, ran his hands over her costumed body until she was panting with lust, and then spun her around and tugged aside the crotch of her chicken costume. “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”