Buffy had actually been pretty lucky in regards to the fairies. She'd been outside to go wander around in the foreign white powdery stuff on the ground called "snow," and numerous times in the kitchen without so much as a peck. She was beginning to think maybe people were overreacting to it all.

As she wandered into the kitchen and opened the fridge to peer into the vast amount of food that didn't really look any good to her, she turned around and leaned against the fridge and began peering at the cupboards until spotting a somewhat familiar person. It took her a moment, but when his name matched up with the face, she smiled briefly. She hadn't actually seen him since the cruise.

"So... I'm assuming you're not here to eat gratuitous amounts of cookies."