Storytellers: Stake through the heart

By the ever-delightful Tonks, who apologises for the bad picture. Something about moving, and boxes, and good cameras. Yeah, yeah. Some people have no commitment.

"Yanno, it's a bit ironic that slaying vampires all night long is easier than mastering these stupid double pointed needles." Buffy glances ruefully over to Willow, who is, if you'll forgive the pun, breezing through a cardigan for Terra. Willow looks up with a guilty smile, shrugs and goes back to her knitting.

Buffy, catching Willow's complete and total lack of "resolve face", huffs up in a hurry and accuses, "You're using magic! You're cheating your knitting!" Willow looks back to Buffy. "Only a little..." Willow quickly looks back into the froth of laceweight wool in her lap. Buffy lets out a disgruntled noise and continues to bludgeon her deep red blend with four pointy sticks. "this is sooooo not fair," she mumbles under her breath. "not everyone can cheat with magic..."

The good friends continue their projects in silence for a few moments, tracked only by Buffy's face getting more and more frustrated as she mounts and remounts the same increase cable round. She slams her project into her lap and announces "That's it. Mr. Pointy does not need a point protector this badly. Besides! I'm a vampire slayer... not some... KNITTING HOUSE WIFE!"

Willow looks up, slightly hurt and offended. Buffy, catching her foot in her mouth, bumbles apologetically, "I mean... I mean i didn't mean to say... Cause you're so good at knitting... you're not-" unfazed, Willow stops her in her tracks. "I know what you meant, Buffy." Buffy smiles gratefully, and returns to the frustration in her lap.

"If it's so difficult, why are you still trying to knit an actual heart for your stake's point?"

Buffy seems to stop, rolling Willow's question around in her mind. Her mouth curves down into the perplexed pout we've all come to know and love. "Cause it's Mr. Pointy. and Mr. Pointy deserves the best!" Satisfied with her answer, Buffy continues to try to finish the round she is in. "But, don't you think it's kinda... oogy? Knitting a real heart? I mean... I know we kill demons and stuff, but still..."

Buffy opens her mouth to answer, again makes that pouty, perplexed look, and decides that bending back down to push through the row that is causing her so much trouble is the only answer she can give.