She rolled her eyes at Lindsey's comment and could only think to herself with a slight smirk. She knew that she could kick his ass from here to next tuesday if she really wanted to. She was itching for a fight, but she wasn't even going to bother. It was so passed that. Angel had given it to her good earlier and sent her into a whole other world she thought she'd never have to deal with.
"Well, I'm glad it went well."
Buffy would have said more if she was in a better mood.
She started putting spaghetti on her plate and a few meat balls. Her eyes darted to Eliot when he mentioned his appointment went well and then danced back and forth between him and Lindsey for the next few moments. She blinked and shook her head. She really didn't want to know.
"Eliot's a big boy if he wants to walk around on his own two feet, he can walk around on his own two feet. I would have done the same thing if I were him."
She wasn't going to slow Eliot down and she certainly had his back before she had Lindsey's. Though she was nice and hospitable towards him, she didn't trust him completely just yet.
She reached for the drawer, opened it and pulled out a fork. Her hip checked it closed.