I sounded like some weird Giardello/Mae West hybrid.

(giggling)

I sleep while wearing it

Sweetie, could you switch this? To "I even wear it while I sleep" or something along those lines? Because as is, the cause and effect is backward: it reads as if she falls asleep because she's wearing her watch.

First, I hadn't noticed how much that scene sounded like squadroom patter...That's maybe not of the good.Cause I don't want every character to sound like that, right?(Although, ok, it was funny...and I want Wesley to think the way Kay talks is cool and try to sneak it in places, but I don't want to screw up his voice.) And, ok, Deb, I hadn't noticed that. I'll fix it.ETA: Lyra Jane, I'm totally doing some fangirl dance of joy right now, because ML answered my question in the chat. Wasn't much, but I got to tell her I liked her work, and ask her about getting recognized for her efforts...the internet rules. Because, if we ever met, I'd be all "Dude, great hair!" and be embarrassed and want to die.

"Ok, what've you got for me?" I asked.

Cordy rolled her eyes at me and looked like she had some real creative answers to that question...I let it pass.

Wesley said "We've successfully ruled out a body swap, demonic possession, and yetis. Other than that, research remains inconclusive."

"OK, well as long as you start with the simple stuff first."I said. "Hey, have you guys eaten today?"

"No, we've been rather focused on our work...we've got a real 'whodunit' here."

"You don't have to do that," I said. He was cute, but such a little apple-polisher. How does a guy like that fight demons? Probably like the old joke, "Very carefully."

"Do what?" he asked.

"Talk like me, huh? I only talk like me cause I can't talk like you. All grammatical and shit. Proper. Classy. Munch helps me sometimes, but mostly I don't know my ass from an adverb, huh....I don't know what I'm gonna do if he doesn't turn up...I just don't."

"Under the circumstances, I'd sit very carefully then."

"What? I'm not following."

"Not knowing your ass from an adverb, you're liable to injure yourself if you sit too quickly(which is also an adverb, but nothing like...)

"Oh, it's a joke! OK, Lifetime moment's over. I'll just run back to that little restaurant across the street, and get you guys something, huh? Exercise helps me think, and if that doesn't work, we'll use an old detective's trick and get liquored up. OK?"

"Which place? Hong Kong Gardens?"Wesley asked.

"Make sure they put enough snow peas in next time. And less of those oogy water chestnut things!" Cordy called, from the bathroom.

"Did you say 'Hong Kong' Gardens? Cause I think we found a trail, boys and girls."

(settles in to wait for more)

"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."

I love it all, but this.. I could really hear Wes saying this.

"I'm afraid I don't understand," Wesley said, looking over his glasses at me in a way that was enough like Munch's that it really touched me.

"Well, it's kinda embarrassing, huh?"

"That doesn't seem to be an emotion Munch understands," Cordy said. I hated to admit it, but she was a lot like me at her age...always getting her two cents in, and stuff.Feisty as hell. Life isn't always kind to feisty broads. I felt for her, but she needed reining in, too, you know. "Don't talk about stuff you don't understand.We all have different sides, right? I hope to hell you do. I would die for that man, weirdo fantasies and all. And to be honest, I always thought of myself as the Lacey type. Cagney had the attitude right, but she was built like a linebacker, huh?"

"You were saying something about fantasies?"

"Oh, yeah, Munch has a whole thing about Hong Kong. One Christmas a few years ago, he got snockered and told me some story about some babe he wanted to meet in Hong Kong. A beautiful smart, submissive, artist-philosopher."

"Maybe he met her," Wesley said. "Did you get a name?"

"Yeah, Wesley, it was the Tooth Fairy, huh? Mary Sue Toothfairy. Cause a woman with that much upstairs is bound to give a guy a little static. Or be too shy to go into that Sharon Stone 'I'm not wearing any panties' bit, or whatever the hell he was talking about....I'd had a few, too. I wish I'd said that instead of smacking him with a newspaper, though. You always think you'll get a chance to make stuff up to somebody."

"Kay's right like a little black dress." Cordy said.

"Much as I enjoy gender solidarity, what does that have to do with Hong Kong Gardens?"

"The irony, huh? You could give Munch a naked woman or a truckload of irony and he'd have to think about it first....he likes it cause it sucks".

"I know what irony is. And if you do, you're not ignorant." Wesley said.

Deena, thanks, I've been concerned about what Wesley sounded like.

Hong Kong Gardens smelled like soy sauce and had an interior furnished out of Fake Asian Shithole magazine. It was very dark inside. I could picture Munch in here easily, eating cheap eggrolls and getting all depressed about life. Sometimes, I swear he gets off on it. There was one guy behind the counter giving me the once-over as I walked in. Aw, how special, he wants a date. Right. I send Cordy and Wes to go insane with the snow peas.

"What's a nice lady like you doing in a dump like this?" He is not serious. That didn't even work on "Three's Company"

"The same reason most women go into dives. After some stupid guy. And my friend really likes snow peas."

"Oh, is your boyfriend in trouble? What'd he do?"
"I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you."
I make it a point not to smile...he backs up a little bit.

"I was wondering if you could help though." I take Munch's picture out of my handbag. "He been in here? I think you'd remember. Probably talked a lot"

"If I help you, what do I get?"

"A warm feeling."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that."

"What the hell? That teriyaki chicken is gonna be in there for thirty seconds, right? A guy like you should be able to go around twice, if I don't wanna cuddle."

"I can see why your boyfriend would cheat on you, lady. You're a real ball-buster."

"Thank you. He was in here?"

"Yeah. He and this real gorgeous blonde chick. I remember thinking he must have money, cause that's usually how ugly guys get beautiful women. No offense."

Now, he's worried about offending me. What, were all those smutty suggestions some gift with purchase? "What day was this?"

"Sunday...I remember cause I wanted them to get done so I could close up and watch 'The Sopranos' But they didn't. Somebody got whacked and I missed the whole thing. Thank God for the internet!"

"What about the woman?" Wesley asked.

"Blonde, hot...and she had this little voice, like Jennifer Tilly in Bound Dude, that was hot. But I don't have to tell you, right, buddy?" he says, indicating me and Cordy.

"A world of ew," Cordy whispers. "No offense."

Some days, it's good I've got good self-esteem.
"Oh, dear Lord," Wesley says. I don't know why...it's hardly the worst I've heard.
We hurry out with the take-out and I steal an extra fortune cookie for my ego. Edited to fix typo.

And I have No Idea what Kay's gonna think when she finds out.No idea what the meeting will look like.

"I could tell you, but I'd have to kill you.

I make it a point not to smile...he backs up a little bit.

Oh, mercy.

Yeah...I love AssKicking!Kay. Obviously.(Unlike the network, I understand there are all sorts of reasons a woman might want to kick some ass and still be a real girl.) And she's very good at that "Can't tell if she's kidding" thing.Which I can be, but like in the Pembleton conversation about Danvers...I would find it too amusing and crack myself up(Unless it's true...but come on...no pun intended!)ETA: Typical me. You like my sentence, all I see is the typo that's in it.