Anya nodded and poured the tea, the old habits from years of making cups for Giles coming back. She handed it over with a cheerful smile. "Approved by genuine British people."
She nodded slightly at the condolence. As far as she was concerned Angel's death was more of a loss teamwise than personally, though she did feel bad for the people who had known him, like Buffy and Faith. "They hunt the evil ones. Avert the Apocalypse about once a month or so, save the people from being chomped on. Some of these vampires play poker for kittens you know. Little kittens! They also protect the good demons from being beaten up by the evil ones. There are many different kinds you know. Some are very very evil and some are actually considered to be useful members of society." Some like her. Admittedly an ex demon, but it was close enough and she was hardly the only one anyway.