Buffy shook her head, "It's pretty ridiculous," she said, "But, I will give Giles, my watcher, one thing; he likes to drink coffee when there's an impending apocalypse. So, hey, that's something, right?"
She smiled, "I thought so. It really pissed them off. And a couple years later, they came groveling back to me. And I got Giles his job back--and a raise--and they finally started cooperating. Until they got all blowed up, of course," she grimaced, "So, good thing you missed that."
She barely noticed he hadn't been wearing a suit and took a moment to notice his relaxed attire, which definitely proved how different he was compared to other watchers. And hey, that was just fine by her. "It's true," she said, "I'll take leather pants and boots over dressy clothes any day."
She smiled at his words, heading inside and following the 'Seat Yourself' sign, sliding into a booth by the window. "It always smells so good in here," she said, "Thank god for my slayer metabolism because I love eating the greasiest, most unhealthy crap in the universe."