Who: Buffy Summers and Giles What: Ice cream and talking When: later Sunday evening Where: Random McIce Cream Shop. Warnings: should be none
Giles needed to speak with Buffy. He'd put it off long enough since his arrival. Awkward talks were awkward, and Giles was no good with it. As Xander had said many times, he was to British and unable to express himself when it came to awkward things. He hoped this time would be different but he had his doubts. The place was strange, but Buffy had stayed pretty true to the one he remembered the short amount of time he spoke to her over the internet. It was still and would always be a thing that filled him with child like terror, but that was the way things were done apparently. Maybe it was time he stopped fighting the computers and accept them. He had to admit that e-mail thing was pretty genius. Whoever came up with it had better be rolling in money otherwise the world as he knew it was upside down and wrong.
He was always a bit old fashioned when it came to technology, maybe he'd have to have Buffy teach him how to access the boards better when she arrived so he could use them to their true potential. As it were he had trouble just turning on his computer in true Giles Fashion. Earlier in the week he'd invited Buffy for ice cream, it was a ritual. Ice cream and big news. He hoped she didn't sense it from a mile away, though she was scarily perceptive at times for someone her age. So he wasn't to confident that she wouldn't. Either way he waited, checking his watch now and then and the door. Books sitting infront of him. He probably could have kept them in his room, but they were among his few possessions in that world. He felt a need to cling to something that reminded him this wasn't all a terrible dream.