Barbara grinned, leaning forward on the armrests of the chair, "A space ship on wheels, sounds very Men in Black," she'd seen the movie with her brother a few years ago, but why it reminded her of it she couldn't say. But she could picture it. "My old chair used to be able to climb stairs," she said with a remembering smile. "It was a technological marvel, but you couldn't get it through a metal detector for anyone's life," she laughed. She could see the gears in his mind turning. "One of these days we'll get a wheelchair into space," she added, the laughter starting to die down a bit.
She looked at him skeptically. "I learned from my mother and Alfred and I taught my siblings, I've stood up to villians and have the scars to prove it, I'm sure that whatever you could do, to my apartment I could counter act." she smiled genuinely. "If its a choice between you learning to really take care of yourself and not starve to death or me possibly having my apartment burnt down? I'm going to choose you learning," she meant it.
She leaned forward at the look he gave her. "Its an interesting way to torture," she said tilting her head to the side. "I can see it now 'NO, no more goulash! We'll talk! We'll talk!' Kill them with kindness," she smirked. Despite this it seemed to even out slightly when he said to ask Buffy. It was then, she had to ask. "I might..." before her face softened, "how is she?" Of course by asking this she was really asking how she was and how he was... they'd last talked like this about the news of his ex having died... and she was worried. She really liked him. And if there was soemthing she could do, she wanted to help.