Willow laughed lightly. "Yeah, that'd be a pretty big no. I mean, not unless you're idea of a fun Saturday night is to be chased by demons or watch the world almost come to an end. Again," she responded with a smile.
Sobering a little, she continued. "The town was called Sunnydale. It's just a big old crater in the ground now, but a few years back it was the happening spot for all supernatural type stuff. It was built right over a pretty active Hellmouth and was this giant magnet for anything evil, and some things not so evil, too."
She gave a shrug of her shoulders. "It's not such a big deal to me now as it was when I first figured it out. Back then I was all 'Ooh, look! Vampires and demons and... and Apocalypses!' Now I'm just like 'Another Tuesday night, huh? Sounds about right.'" A brief pause and Willow grinned brightly once more. "Though it was pretty great, being there to see it go all implode-y."
Glancing past Tonks to the doors, and the darkness outside, she sighed softly. "Of course, that was a good kind of destruction. What's happening out there right now is a big not so much." And for the briefest of moments, the perky redhead was replaced by a concerned woman with the weight of the world on her shoulders and no idea how to balance it.