"Yeah, but then I'd feel all icky and guilty after you just bought me pants," Buffy answered, trying to squash whatever awkward guilt she felt inside for any such notions. "The pants and the food have bought you at least a couple of weeks to sleep safe and sound without fear of waking up on fire." Well, unless she accidentally did manage to light the house on fire. She wasn't awfully familiar with fancy stoves and kitchen appliances, so unintentional fires were still a distinct possibility.
"If I light the house on fire while your sleeping, do I then have permission to enter the Lair of Buffy Doesn't Need to Know to rescue you?" she asked with an amused and only slightly bratty smile, the thought just dawning on her.