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Buffy Summers (buffy_summers) wrote in somerealityrpg,

She wasn’t actually going to do it herself, after all, he wasn’t her kid, but she figured the ‘threat’ would be incentive. Buffy liked to think her mom would be proud of the tactic. “I bet if we tried hard enough we could get in plenty of trouble for it. Start a whole criminal empire built on dealing chocolate to chocoholics.” She wore a slightly devious smile as the wheels began to turn. “We could even own the police by controlling the flow of chocolate donuts.”

She took the sunscreen and it vanished into the bag and she nodded, bring her focus back out of the chocopreneur mafia she’d been starting in her mind. Apparently, her mind went to strange places without evil to fight. Huh. “Yeah, Sunnydale, California. Home of the hellmouth. But no one was left in it when we-” Her elaboration paused, though her footsteps didn’t. “Wait. I haven’t really dished out the whole Buffy backstory thing, have I.” She really was terrible at the whole secret/not so secret identity thing. She’d just been assuming that everyone had weirder or equally messed up lives as she did that it didn't matter.