That was definitely an odd choice for victory shopping, but hey, who was Buffy to judge? Sometimes she really did celebrate with some cathartic violence. Heck, one time after Sunnydale she got pulled into a celebratory game of one of those rpg things Andrew liked to play. Boy had that been a weird night...
If pressed, Buffy wouldn't have much of a plan to share. At the moment she was playing it purely by ear. That didn't always work for others and she knew it, but improvisation was one of the most important reasons she was still alive. If she had played by the rules or stuck with every plan that was created, her situation would be a hell of a lot worse. But that wasn't to say she always avoided planning. She knew when things called for strategy and when they didn't. At the moment this was mostly an investigation and scouting mission with an option of slaying. It all depended on what they found in the end. She hoped it wouldn't get too out of control and that things would stay relatively simple. But the truth was, Buffy was rarely that lucky.
"How exactly can you do that?" Her head gave an inquisitive tilt. No stairs? No floaty car thing? "Can you fly?" Her eyes filled with an almost impish form of hope, because if that were the case Buffy was so on board it wasn't even funny. "Please say that you can because you'll easily become one of my favorite people for that alone."
They were almost to the casino and she wondered if flying was actually a possibility that it meant they were just going to whoosh right off the bus. Which, Buffy thought to herself, would be pretty damn cool. "But I’m game for it. It'd be pretty convenient for us and we could save on credits for a ride, so bonus."