[Accidental Voice -> Deliberate Voice]

[flickerflash]

[And this early evening, the journal will pick up the sound of one small British girl muttering to herself.]

Well, this is very rude. It didn't snow last autumn, you know. I think I ought to complain.

[Huff. Followed by a small ow, barely heard. And silence. Then finally:]

Oh!  [And the journal is picked up finally.  Because you, the townsfolk, should know the answer to this question.  Clearly.]  Did we get visited by aliens in the night? I think I've been experimented on. [Okay, that is totally the best thing ever.] I hope they looked like Elvis clones.

Has anyone seen my cat?

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[herotypical]

That'd be a heroic act of charity, if you did.

[flickerflash]

Well, I always wanted to be a hero. Where are you?

[herotypical]

Do you remember the way to Seven?

[flickerflash]

...between six and eight?

[Sort of. Maybe.]

[herotypical]

A-actually? Between nine and eight. The Malnosso's little urban planners never learned how to count, clearly.

[flickerflash]

Well, that's very silly. Maybe seven just decided it wanted to be different, and moved in the night.

[herotypical]

I wouldn't put it past it...or here.

But -- yeah. Head on over when it suits you. I promise I'll do better than porridge, this time.

[flickerflash]

[That would be a terrible promise to be caught out in, really. Katie grins. Luckily there's not much chance of that one being broken.]

All right.

[And she'll certainly head that way after stopping past Katara to get her wrist fixed, even knocking politely on the door.]

[herotypical]

[ and buffy answers the door with a smile and a wave of her hand. ] Get in here. It's freezing out.

[flickerflash]

[Katie doesn't need to be told twice, hurrying over the threshold with a puff of cold air.] Thank you.

[herotypical]

[ she nudges the door shut with a toe. ] I guess it's a little backwards -- milkshakes in the winter. But you can't argue with a craving, you know?

[flickerflash]

I would think all the best milkshakes should be drunk all year round.

[herotypical]

That's what I'm talking about.

[ buffy leads the way deeper into the house. ]

[flickerflash]

[Now that she's inside where it's warm, Katie stops pulling her sleeves over her hands and instead chooses to blow on her fingers.] Besides, this way all the ice cream can't melt if you want to take your time.

[herotypical]

[ the blender is already out, in the kitchen. bananas sliced. peanut butter jar quite open. ]

There is that. California had this nasty habit of being too hot to keep ice-cream in any kind of a solid state, outside the freezer.

[flickerflash]

California. [She sounds faintly envious.] Don't they have lots of beaches, though? And ... rolls.

[herotypical]

California -- [ she confirms. ] Born and bred. But I live in Scotlant, now. Well -- pre-now. Before Luceti. Still miss the beaches, though. And the rolls.

[flickerflash]

[Oh, Scotland! Katie brightens.] Do you like Scotland?

[herotypical]

It's a little on the cold and dreary side.

[flickerflash]

It's full of very interesting people, though. And lots of green. And crumbly castles on clifftops.

[herotypical]

Crumbly castles! I have one. A castle -- not a crumble one. We live in it, back home. It's a bi--[ bitch to heat. ] It's a big place.

[flickerflash]

[Oh, man. Envy. She has it.] I bet it's full of secret passages and suits of armour. Do you have servants?

[herotypical]

[ by now, she's pouring out a milkshake. ]

Servants? Nah. But I do have students. And lots of secret passages.

[flickerflash]

[Katie watches the pouring hungrily, sort of edging up to the counter a little.] Do you teach them all how to slay vampires?

[herotypical]

[ grabbing a straw and sticking into the thick beverage, she then slides the cup over to katie. ]

Mmhm. Hundreds of other girls. All Slayers.