Spike quirks an eyebrow at the answer to his rhetorical fashion question, not thinking about the fact that he even asked a rhetorical fashion question.
When he is handed the plates, he looks at them, then up at Xellos. "If that's no frills, I'd hate to see the fancy version..." He shrugs and walks over to the booth of girls, placing the plate in front of the retro-biker chick. She eyes it warily, looks up at Spike, who shrugs and points back toward Xellos, at which all the girls begin giggling again. She happily dives in none-the-less, and Spike heads back toward the bar, muttering "bloody teenagers" under his breath.