Very nice Victor. I like your Xander a lot, so I'm glad he ended up in the story.

I find Xander very easy to write. I understand him, and he speaks in my brain... Yeah, I know, not so very normal, but at least he gets dialogue if only in my head.

Heh. Victor, one question: where in heaven's name did you find little fish and chip stands in Leicester Square? In all my years living in London, the nearest I ever found was up Wardour Street, past the Swiss Centre, near all the strip joints and sex shops, and they're all gone and replaced with Thai food and whatnots.

(I miss old London, damnit.)

Seriously, though - is this recent?

Vamp!Lex never looks up Dear Old Vamp Dad?

Spike, you mean? Not in this fic, it seems, no. And I'm not writing a sequal, never.

Plus, he’d get to see the unaired episodes of Firefly, which was a plus.

Victor, you wonderful, wonderful man! grovels on floor, wonders what is appropriate to sacrifice

No wonder Giles hates him”

Full stop needed there? (Not that I'm critiquing or anything.)

“No, no,” not at all,”

And you've got one too many sets of speech marks there.

I love your carpenter!Xander, being all knowing and in control and stuff. And while I have to admit that I haven't seen fish-and-chip stands in London (hot dog in a bun stands, yes, there's almost always one outside the British Museum, but fish-and-chips are normally, I think, a shop thing), it's nice that Xander loves London.

Seriously, though - is this recent?

Not at all certain, to tell the truth. I'm ten years out of my London days myself. (Indeed, I suspect this whole story is a bit of repressed "home sickness" for London.)

But as to the F&C stands in Leicester Square, I'm not sure "stand" is the right word. There are two of them, that I can see in my head clear as day--one right next to a kebab stand (and, to be fair, each actually kind of down the street a bit from Leicester Square.) They're those little places that are kind of shallow into the storefronts--you can't really go more than a few feet in. You just walk up, order yourself a cod, and leave. Is there a phrase for that?

Victor, this is getting really good. I can't wait to read the ex-wife.

Victor, then it's definitely home-sickness. The kebab places are damned near all gone from central London - I go to Paris for them now (off Boul Mich, in the 5th, near the St. Michel Statue and Sorbonne, and Shakespeare and Company). My former fave fish and chip place off Leicester Square is now an oxygen bar.

But as to the F&C stands in Leicester Square, I'm not sure "stand" is the right word. There are two of them, that I can see in my head clear as day--one right next to a kebab stand (and, to be fair, each actually kind of down the street a bit from Leicester Square.) They're those little places that are kind of shallow into the storefronts--you can't really go more than a few feet in. You just walk up, order yourself a cod, and leave. Is there a phrase for that?

Oh, I know what you mean, and I don't have a word for them, either. Kiosk? The good old generic 'place'? Or let it stand. I don't think that many people will be worried by it.

I'd let it stand as well, Am - they're more like tiny little hole in the wall places, not really kiosks.

My curiosity was more along the eyes brightening, "they've put the fish and chip places back???" lines.

Le :::sigh:::. Gone are the days....

Ah. OK. Good to know I'm not the only one that doesn't know what to call those places. "Stand" works as well as anything, it seems. Because, well, you do.

Yummy, though.