It was nothing," Wes said. "Some zombie police officers."

"How'd you meet my training sergeant, huh?"

Bwah!

Thanks. And I think I fixed that weird part, Deb, by having Cordy talk about Angel.

Self-deprecation isn't becoming modesty, it's an anti-feminist tool by which the Evil Screwheads in power try and keep us disliking ourselves. Personally, I think self-love is the best, and a healthy shot of actual arrogance works wonders when earned.

I. Love. Deb.

Wrod. She is obviously the sanest in our ficcers' plural marriage.

what's the specific fluffy situation? I mean, is he asking her to the prom, or something?

Something like that. Babysitting, actually, with a specific request for fluff/schmoop in tone. I guess I *could* age them, though I've seen so few fics that age Dawn well that I'm a bit hesitant to try -- especially since the cute kid thing is already a stretch for me.

But I finally have a teeny, embryonic plot bunny that *may* work if I coddle it.

LJ, you could have Dawn apply for University of Santa Cruz. Have her going in for the tour, given by a second year student. Have him saddled with the Placement Director's kid for the day as he tries to get shit done.

My take, anyway.

Good. Sorry I'm no help.

I had to laugh when on my way out, I heard this.

"Doesn't Detective Howard make you miss stupid clients?" Cordy asked Wes.

Wesley said, "We don't have stupid clients, Cordelia."

"OK...whatever...less hands-on. The kind that shut up and pay....what's with this guy? Divorces, a judgement, exes that would rather hear from the public health inspector than about him...is Cagney sure she wants him back? And he was in your "decadent" photo exhibit...I've never been so glad to see a scrollbar in my life!"

"Well, it's like Kay says 'You don't get to pick the vic,'Wesley says."Certain kind of earthy wisdom there...a kind of poetry, really."

"Well, ok, but too bad you'll never say that again...you're hard enough to understand without faux-Tarantino, huh? Damn, she's got me doing it."

"She says she works for God. Maybe we could make our new slogan 'We work for the Powers That Be'...it's not quite the same, is it?"

"You're into her, huh?...dang, I mean, aren't you?"

"She's quite a woman."

"Make sure it's the woman you like, not just her big gun."

"What?"

"You heard me. Men have weapons fantasies out of certain...inadequacies. It's in all the magazines."

"You heard me. Men have weapons fantasies out of certain...inadequacies. It's in all the magazines."

BWAH!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks, Plei!

(first grin I've had in about two hours)