"Oh. Bowls. Right. What civilized people eat out of," she replied with a sort of embarrassed laugh. Genuine, really. She'd already gotten through most of the can, hungry as she'd been. "I'll remember that for next time."
Her green eyes followed the collar as he set it on the table. This was it, wasn't it? This was really happening. She stared at it simply for a while until she mad up her mind. Setting the nearly empty pot back on the counter, Buffy moved sort of mechanically to the sink where she washed her hands. Turning back toward the table, she walked over to the coffee table and picked up her collar without any hint of hesitation in her eyes.
She was sure about this. She was definitely sure about this.
Buffy reached down to pick up to collar, her eyes set in stubborn determination as she fastened it around her neck before she doubted her own resolve.