"Tag, huh?" Xander looked up from his phone; he had been texting one of his co-workers, informing a man maned Jack that he was having dinner with a friend. Definitely preferable to the bowl-a-thon that he had been invited to. Bowling was good fun and all, but Xander had never been too fond of the clown shoes. Clowns. He suppressed a shudder at the thought. "I bet you're still great at it. Faster than ever with a wheelchair handy. You've got wheels!" Joking around with Babs was usually the best way to handle things when he was with her. He worried about her a lot, especially after they had gone and lived the crazy life that wasn't theirs, and he didn't like seeing her so down. It was a little harder than usual to manage tonight because of Anya showing up, but he was trying for Babs' sake all the same. They were here to forget the world. To hang out, have fun, and enjoy a nice dinner together. He needed it. Just to get away, even for a little while.
Xander's gaze flickered from Babs to the table, which was scattered with the meal that she had prepared. A smile quickly whipped it's way across his face. Xander had to admit - everything looked great. She was a far better cook than he was himself. In fact, Xander probably would have been in his apartment attempting to figure out how to make some sort of meal that came in the box. You know, the kind that pretty much had the step-by-step instructions. Pour in water. Boil water. Stir. Serve. Simple.
"This looks awesome, Babs," Xander told her, pulling out his chair, "it's kinda like a real meal." Xander shrugged, sheepishly rubbing at the back of his neck. "I mean, it is a real meal. Very real."