"Standing over the, the Hellmouth, you made a, mmmh, wish on a falling star?" He didn't look too mad.

Buffy nodded. The research party had been at the boring part with the actual research, she had looked up through the skylight . . .

"In-inventive. I'm not complaining, you understand, though this, this xerox machine is rather hard on the buttocks . . . " He groaned. "And the . . . ?"

"Hot fudge."

"The hot fudge is . . . ingenious . . . and, and hot . . . but w-why the crossbow?"

Buffy sighed, moved faster. "You'll see."

Quentin walked through the library doors.

" 'Father's love' this," said Buffy.

twang

"Good . . . ohh!" Giles gasped. "Good wish."