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Okay, fresh start take number...a lot. Buffy had been through this enough to not be one hundred percent sure on the whole "normal" town thing, but she was on the positive side of the spectrum. The island was pretty and there were no cars allowed so nobody could complain about her poor driving here. It was a little strange to just be wandering around the street with a large suitcase in hand, but the weight of it didn't seem to be bothering her. The majority of her stuff had been sent ahead to Serendipity Place but there were some things she didn't trust to movers. Namely, her favorite shoes. Of which there was a lot.

Now where the hell was her house? Or, even better, a coffee place.

[And Buffy has arrived. Open, of course]

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"Not... that I know of." Mike exhaled a laugh. "But you may have just jinxed us. So, it'll be on you if they get any ideas, now."

The reporter squirrels had just been on strike. Coffee gang wars seemed pretty plausible next to that.

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"You don't think it'd be kind of cool?" Buffy asked. "People could be armed with creamer and those little stirrer thingys."

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"I don't know, it might escalade," Mike mused. "Before you know it, there's lives being ruined and people swearing off coffee forever."

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"Impossible, no one swears off coffee forever," she said with a shake of her head. "It's the Hotel California of beverages."

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Mike clucked his tongue. "I don't know, I don't know. Stranger things have happened."

Like, all the time.

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"Oh I know." Did she ever know. "I'm Buffy, by the way."

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"Mike," he said. "And you're new. I'm guessing from the suitcase, and not knowing where to get coffee wvn though you hold it in such high esteem."

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"So very new," she confirmed with a nod. "By the way you're the first person I've seen here so I'm going to base the rest of the island on this interaction right now."

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"Well, that doesn't put any pressure on me at all." It actually didn't. Being friendly was his super power. "Guess that means I should invite you to my party tomorrow night. On behalf of the island."

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"It would be the friendly, welcoming thing to do," Buffy said. "But it might be unwise. I could be some kind of psychotic maniac."

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"True." And he meant that. "But you're tiny. And my housemate could totally take care of a psychotic maniac at the house."

Also he was pretty sure even actual psychotic maniacs couldn't out-psychomania Pinkie Pie who was bound to show up, so.

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"Don't underestimate tiny." It was just good advice in general, especially now that there's a bunch of Slayers around. "But I'm not psychotic or a maniac so I won't be any trouble at your party. Assuming I can find where it is."

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"Oh, that should be easy." Easy-ish. Whatever. "My house is on Phoenix Way, which is off Serendipity Place. Look for a creepy-ass mansion. Shouldn't be hard to spot, it looks haunted."

A beat.

"I assure you it's not haunted, and this is not a trap."

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Buffy laughed a little, though the mention of haunted looking mansions gave her some worry. "Haunted mansion, got it. Seems like just the place to have a party around Easter."

Jesus was sort of a zombie, right?

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"It's a jelly shot party, too," Mike supplied, looking amused. "Very Easter-y. Very Christian."

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"I'll say. I'm pretty sure there's something in the Bible about Jesus and jelly shots," Buffy said. "Or so I heard."

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"Oh, it's in the commandments." He nodded a few times. "Yeah. 'Thou shalt consume gelatinous alcoholic beverages'."

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"I'm actually not much of a drinker," Buffy admitted. "But celebrating the holiday with booze sounds more appealing when it's in jiggly form."

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"I'll make sure there are non-alcoholic options too," Mike assured her. "Mostly 'cause I know there'll be at least one teenager in attendance, and I like to pretend he's not boozing it up under my watch."

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"That's very pseudo-responsible of you," Buffy said. "I guess it's not like he can go out and drive drunk."

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Mike shrugged. "Guess he could drunkenly commandeer a rickshaw? But if we're being realistic, he'd get stopped way before then."

By a grumpy werewolf.

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Buffy actually kind of wanted to see someone drunkenly commandeer a rickshaw but decided that might be a dream that will never be. "So a party with jello shots in a creepy house and I won't have to worry about drunken teenagers stealing rickshaws. I'm definitely there then."