"So any theories? On this whole second adolescence thing? Which, I suppose, you'd have to go through the first time to know why I find it an absolutely chilling prospect."
"Um, we're thinking 'spell'. On the chocolate mixture."
"Like...'cauldron burn and cauldron boil'? That kind of spell? That is so freaky. What kind of place is this where even your food can be...enchanted and there's nothing you can do. There ought to be a law, Willow."
"There are. They're not like the ones you're used to, though. And, yeah, you got it, even if cauldrons are a little retro. Most potions can be warmed up in the microwave now."
"Remind me when this is over to ask you about that, but for right now....does Sunnydale have a head shop, still?"
"I'm guessing they don't sell hats," Willow said.
"No, more like 'expanded consciousness', if you get my drift." He actually made those little quotey things with his fingers like on LA Law reruns...Willow had never seen that in real life.
"Oh, of course! The Magic Box."
"More like The Magic Bus," Tim corrected. "Munch is probably there...he ate the most of anybody. He used to use his body like a pharmacy."
"You sound jealous," Willow said. "No offense."
"Jealous? No, that's decadent and disgusting...I don't wanna do that. But I would like to be more than the one that can type with all his fingers."
"A dog-geyser person! I know..."
Bayliss looked puzzled.
Willow amended "Ok, so maybe that was a little too much of an intra-Scooby thing...but if it'll make you feel better I was completely freaked when you backtalked me...made me wonder what kind of loose cannon I was dealing with...whether I needed backup, even."
"You're not just saying that." Tim asked.
"No, you can be really scary. But kind of virile, too."
"That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said to me, Willow Rosenburg. And you have that whole sexy know-it-all thing going. Oz is a lucky guy."