Bobby's mouth twitched. It wasn't a smile, it was more a recognition that no one ever took what he said seriously.
"Y'think I'm makin' that up?" He walked back into the kitchen and started dealing with the soup he'd been ignoring. "Buffy Summers. Way I hear it, she's died more'n a few times. Supposed to be this tiny little blond thing that wants to take on the world all by herself."