"You're so good to me," she teasingly grinned. It was slightly unnerving how easy she found it to slip into a bantering routine with him, given that the last time she'd seen his face, it had been sneering at her while Angelus had been punching her. Repeatedly.
She groaned dramatically at the idea of food like that.
"Best way to deal with a hangover is with a good old greasy breakfast," her expression turned dreamy. "And no one does those better than the Brtis, trust me. My Watcher's a Brit and he makes the best greasy fry up. Heaven, I swear."