Buffy laughed and shook her head, deciding not to explain about mom hair. He wouldn't care and it would make her feel old anyway. "It's good to know that the annoying wears off eventually. I'm going to have to work harder at making it stick. It goes with the innocent thing. And the blonde thing."
"See, that's best part. You may know that," she tried not to underestimate anyone these days as a general whole, at least when in a fight, but Buffy knew she could slide into that trap herself. "but they, whoever they are, don't. It works in my favor so I'm good." She took a sip of her drink and nodded. He could believe her or don't, she didn't intend to be detailed so it could easily be considered her just babbling for kicks. "How am I supposed to get any enjoyment out of life if the world has ended with fire and brimstone leaving me without some entertainment between shopping sprees? Sometimes you just have to put a little extra effort in life to make sure your needs are filled."
"Street smarts are just the first ticket into the glorious world of adulthood.. god help her." Teenagers, Buffy was so damn glad to be out of those years. A part of her wished she could fix certain mistakes but overall, she did not want to go back to those hellish years. "Though I wouldn't wish being a teenager on anyone."
Gloves? Really? "Gloves are nice, especially if they're maybe custom made or something for extra oomph." Not as nice as a nice mace or new axe, but Buffy had to remember that not every girl liked things used for slaying. But she frowned at Logan and tried to look at him with disapproval. "Young man, is Aunt Buffy going to have to remind you that stealing is wrong? It's very very bad. You should be ashamed of yourself." After that moment of mothering, she winced. "There, I've done my chastising. My parental slash big sister instincts quota has been fulfilled for another day. May whatever powers that like that kind of thing, bugger off with their tribute."