"I like white. White's always a good color for motels. I saw this pink one once. It wasn't all that pretty if you ask me. It made me wince. Actually it made me think of Pepto. I saw this lime green one one time; we went on a trip to Corpus Christi - it was fun, lots of sun and beach. But, it was noisy, all those college kids. That can be scary when you're only seven. The college kids, not the green motel. I guess a green motel could be scary if someone had a fear of green." Fred nodded, already turning to head to the door. It was a strange dinner to be had. Fred looked back at Norman; was he going to get color once they got into the City proper?
The scientist looked at the ex-Watcher, wondering what he was thinking. Was he really going to have tacos with them? Well, Fred doubted that he'd let her go eat with Norman all by herself, but was he going just to make sure she was safe? It wasn't like Normal would do anything to her in public; he seemed more of an up-close and personal type of psycho.
"Cleaning must keep you really busy. When I lived with Angel, in the hotel, he owned it, I could pick from any room in there. It was huge. Wes and Cordy lived in their own apartments. I didn't really have an apartment. But anyway, we had to clean our own rooms, and sometimes the lobby, when things got messy." Wes knew how very messy that lobby could get; actually, he'd seen it in a much worse state than this Fred ever had.