Spike's eyebrows raised, and blue eyes followed her gesture as she waved at the streetlight and explained herself. The vampire smirked. This was quite cute. And he remembered, now, that show from the 60's, whaddntit? Jeannie was awfully literal. Even on T.V. Spike had met a giant leprechaun, a woman who could raise zombies, Lestat bleedin' Lioncourt... Elektra. Mmm. What ever happened to her, then? Point was, everyone in this place had their quirks. Spike supposed being agonizingly literal was a nice foible, as opposed to, say, being wont to shove a soul back into a bloke's chest.
Is it not wonderful?
Spike smiled, gently. "Yeah...." He crossed his arms, and the leather duster creaked. "I remember when they made those. Then again, I remember when they made a lotta things."
Jeannie smiled. And told him who she was. And Spike's eyebrows furrowed.
"I know, love. We've met. 'Member?" He pointed to his head. "Chip. Head." He smiled a little wickedly. "Kiss?"
Florida? Why.... Ohhh. Back to that Major Nelson git again, were we? The vampire shrugged. "Dunno. S'called The City, and we could be anywhere. Can we go back to the part where you don't seem to remember granting a wish for me, pet?"