Buffy nodded her shoulders sagging with a sigh. How true it was. People had been conditioned not to expect any sort of peace, and so even the ones who claimed to want it had fighting so ingrained in their person that it was hard to practice the way of coexistence.
What was wrong with her brain? The thought sounded to Buffy like it had been surgically implanted into her head from Giles' own mind. Ambrose was actually a much easier topic to discuss, even if it would make her all girlish and shy. Even with the impending volcanic eruption.
"He's..." Buffy's voice trailed off as she suddenly found the grape in her fingers to be very fascinating. "He's like this gentleman that time forgot when it moved into the present day. And I actually mean that in a very good way. He's genuinely kind and patient. Like the kind of thing that you almost think is too good to be true at first until you realize it's the real deal." She tried to hide the little smile that was probably tugging about the corners of her lips. "He doesn't understand a lot of current expressions. Sometimes I swear he's going to say something like 'the music these kids listen to nowadays is just noise.' But he's not at all with the old and crotchety. More like just old fashioned in all the good ways. And-" She stopped talking, as though instantly aware of all the things she'd just spilled in a torrent of giddy babble. "And I'm word-puking all over the place. Just kick me. Really. Duct tape over the mouth helps too."