Fray managed to stop herself from asking who Watson was. Instead she just raised an eyebrow. The slayer did not do well with surprises; too often, they ended badly. For her face.
She rolled her eyes at him, pursing her lips and sitting on the edge of the bench, about two feet from him.
"You're funny, Wes. Funny, funny funny."
Mel narrowed blue eyes for a minute, considering the gravity of what she was about to say.
"Today is my birthday," she said. "I'm 18."
Today Harth should be 18, too.
...it's not your fault...
And you work for a fish.
Mel smiled brilliantly, then, focusing her attention on the sandwich-eating Watcher.