"Art history," Dawn repeated, her eyes glazing over slightly in a dreamy manner. "I love art. What era?"
A lot of her art experience had been limited to studying cave paintings of the very first slayers, and that got old fast. Those people didn't have the best skills. Still, Dawn loved to look at the things that people could create. Ordinary people with extraordinary skills, people who didn't know anything about this other second world. Probably.
She blinked and smiled readily. "Is it dangerous or illegal? Because if it is, I'm so in." Her afternoon was clear and if she spent another evening in the hotel room with Giles, eating diner food, she'd scream.
But very quietly, because Giles was still kind of ill.