The gang were gathered in the library for a somewhat desultory research session. A polite, wrinkly, demon who only devoured kittens didn’t seem worth much effort..
Buffy set aside her tome and set her chin in her hands. “Giles,” she wondered, “What do you miss about England?”
Giles took off his glasses. “Ah,” he mused, misty-eyed. “Fields of bluebells on a spring morning. Tea and crumpets. Cricket. I long to see England beating Australia at Lords. I yearn for the ‘thwack!’ of leather on willow.”
Willow lowered her eyes and her cheeks coloured. “Gee, Giles, you only had to ask.”