Ritchie more or less immediately reached for the plates of toast, Vegemite, and honey. Some of the honey went on the tea and a good hunk on toast that promptly went into his mouth.
He chewed it slowly, nodding, trying to collect what he knew. "I saw that blonde slayer, not Buffy an' the new guy, Wesley talking with the tall, upset vampire. Mostly, though, I remember that weird Edna lady with Marsha Clellan. They looked... out of place." Out of place was a little too light of a word, but it got the point across.