"I'm amazing with my plans," Anya stated with a nod, actually feeling more positive about the evening's plans now that it extended beyond looking at books with no direction or idea where to even look.
She gripped at her mug of coffee, enjoying the warmth of the mug even with the August heat outside.
"It just feels weird to me this time," she murmured, shifting until she was leaning against Xander, taking comfort in the feeling of his strength there. "I mean this whole purity gig, attacking people of dubious heritage. Makes me uncomfortable. It's not like I exactly count as 'pure' right?"