A stair climbing wheelchair? It was a real shame she didn't have one of those around here. The chair would have saved them both a lot of trouble. Not that Xander didn't mind helping Babs up and down the stairs when she needed it. He just didn't think she was all too comfortable calling on him all the time. Xander knew that if he was stuck in a chair every hour of every day, he'd end up feeling pretty stubborn about doing things on his own. At least the elevator installation would help out with that. He knew that Babs must have been excited. Admittedly, it was kind of a good thing for everyone. Xander knew that sometimes after those vigilante types got in from being out sweeping the streets or those of them who got jobs came back would appreciate having an elevator to lift them to their floors rather than having to soldier the staircases with a pair of heavy, sore feet.
"Are you going to be on the first shuttle?" Xander inquired, trying for a serious raise of the brow. "Imagine: Babs in Space. They could totally do a movie off that. It'd be kickass." She was one of the fictional types. Xander half wondered if he could get away with running the idea by those DC executive types. Of course, he'd have to come up with a good premise first. Aliens? Yeah, like that wasn't a common thing in the verse where friggin' Superman existed.
"I'm gonna have to do something for you in return if you teach me how to cook," Xander pointed out. "Like...uh." He frowned, brow scrunching in thought. "I'll bring my XBOX over. We could play Halo. I think you'd rock at Halo." Most chicks weren't into the video game stuff, but since Babs was already super tech savvy, Xander didn't see it as a total impossibility. They could easily hook it up to some sort of internet server in here, team up, and kick all kinds of ass against those other online players. Personally, Xander thought that an event like that would trump most other things. And it worked, since Babs didn't have to leave her apartment for it to happen. Either way, he was excited about the cooking lessons. It seemed like Babs was personally taking on becoming his own personal Yoda or something. She sure taught him a lot.
Xander had already broken out into another wide grin at Babs' reaction to his torture theory - he had to admit, he kind of loved her enthusiasm - but it quickly faded at the mention of Buffy. Buffy. Xander shrugged uncomfortably in his seat. "Buffy is tough. She'll pull through." Xander clinked his fork against his plate as he set it down, one hand raising to push some of his dark hair out of his eyes. He needed a trim. "I honestly don't know how she handles half this stuff most of the time. She's kind of prone to getting all kinds of crazy beatings. Usually ends up worse when Faith is involved - no matter the incarnation."