"When I get my shorter, tighter ones, maybe I'll have enough variety for every day of the week," Buffy answered, not opposed to the idea of skirts. She'd found that she quite liked both them and the reaction they brought out of Ambrose from time to time.
"It's... unfortunately not that simple," she went on, sitting down when he pulled out the chair for her. Her hands gripped the arms, revealing that she was still rather nervous. "Willow's, well... She's a witch too. Which isn't a bad thing!" the girl was quick to add, hoping Ambrose wouldn't think her a dark witch and practitioner of black magicks like her other, notable witch friend from the camps. "She's sweet and smart and it's not possible to hate her. Like physically impossible. I'm pretty sure that you get sick and pukey and rethink your ways if you think for a second that you hate Willow. She's the complete opposite of me, and she's not like... She's not like what Daniel became. I promise." That look of worry was still evident on her face as she swallowed hard, trying to gauge him for any sort of reaction.