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The only box Buffy had was platinum, and that had to be old. She turned to Anya.
"No good.”
"Yes! Shopping! Which provides an additional layer of girl bonding.”
“Girl bonding it shall be. Is that our first date?”
“Is that not what girlfriends do? I mean, we aren’t witches. Was the porn wrong?”
Buffy softened. “Not sure about the porn, but girlfriends do lots of things.”
“Including each other,” Anya said, matter-of-fact, “but preferably not when the dye is wet.”
“Not a good idea,” Buffy agreed.
Anya smiled, and her hands rose to cradle the back of Buffy’s neck.