Giles set the remainder of the items on the counter. Looking over them momentarily. Perhaps he had overprepared in his haste. He had left the axes upstairs though.
"That and.. the flowers." He looked again at her and reached a hand across the counter, placing it on her wrist. He had left a tea kettle downstairs. Giles withdrew the contact and busied himself with her question. Jenny had always had a way of finding trouble, asking what she shouldn't, being where she ought not. It was a large part of what had accidentally thrust them together in the first place. Though Giles didn't always appreciate it at the time, and rather regretted it now as she went straight for the metaphorical jugular.
"Well, it was late 2005 from which I came here."
Giles bought himself a moment before answering. Piss. He had forgotten a teakettle. Instead he took the teacups and the bottle of chilled scotch. Busying his hands to pour two measures. "Buffy's from somewhat earlier, but it has been some time since this whole affair with Angelus."