Owner	Pose
Willow Rosenberg	Harry was out. Which wasn't a big deal. He often was out - doing this or that. Willow was curled up with a spellbook, leafing through the pages. "Do that." Skim.. skim. "Probably could do that.." Skim.. skim. "Hello! what is this.." And buries herself researching that spell.
Thomas Raith	Mouse seems to com to attention rather suddonly. He stands and pads over to the door, sitting and waiting. Alert but not concerned. A few moments later what his keen ears picked up becomes audible to human kind. She held me spellbound in the night (woo-ooh) Dancing shadows and firelight Crazy laughter in another room (woo-ooh) And she drove herself to madness with a silver spoon The Eagles song cuts off and a few moments later Thomas can be heard. "Harry? Willow? It's Thomas. I brought food and beer from Mac's.
Willow Rosenberg	"ooo oooo Witchy Woman.." Willow giggles at herself. "Thomas, Harry isn't home? If you want, I can take a message for him?" After all, the odds of her being the one who Thomas wanted were slim to nil. Though, he did have some food. Hrmmm.. "Food, and beer?"
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith chuckles, "A triple order of Mac's seasoned fries. Brought two steak sandhiches too, one for Harry and one to split between Mouse and Mister." He lowers his voice and adds, "Wanted to talk about that visitor I had the other day as well.
Willow Rosenberg	Mmmm. Seasoned fries. She'll take that! Putting the spellbook aside, she crosses her legs before her on the couch. "You mean the bounties? Can I have a beer too?" Must be Harry's influence on her? "Why did they have so many names? And a million for me? You have said yourself, I'm just a very poor witch. I should be something more like Xander." Poor Xander. Not that Willow believed she was a very poor witch. At least not anymore. She smiles inwardly at that.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith chuckles as he hands her the paper sack gone almost transparent and one of the bottles of (warm) beer. "Willow, I love you like a sister, but you are anything but a poor witch. On a scale of one to ten on being helpless, you rank somewhere around a porcupine in a nudist colony." he says with a chuckle. "I don't think I've even met this Xander guy, but the Winchester's car is going for five times as much as he is." He says mildly amused. "Anyone that underestimates you in an idiot."
Willow Rosenberg	"Xandar is a friend." As if that covers it. She opens up the bag and proceeds to mow down on the fries, Washing them away with a beer. Not that she is very particular if it was cold or warm. "That's not what you said last time." Willow crunches more fries. "Who set out the bounties? That's a lot of money. Me, Harry, and Buffy make up 3 million. That's crazy."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smiles a bit, "I never said you weren't a good witch Willow. Frankly of all the Scobies you'd be the one I'd be most concerned about having pissed off at me, and that is with Two slayers in the mix." He steals one of her fries and adds, "I doubt he intends to have to pay them all off. It's more about keeping us on edgte, not letting us rest because we don't know who will take the shot and from where." Of course "we" does not include Thomas himself.
Willow Rosenberg	Willow makes a face. "He doesn't know about Slayers then, does he? Adding a bounty on yourself, along with all the demons, and ghosts, and vampires, and werewolves.. and.." She thinks he has enough to fill in the blanks about why she wouldn't put this above anything else in her everyday life.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith shrugs, "The only difference with this is it puts Muggles into the mix. A million smackers is allot of money to wave in front of some gang banger with a glock who just might get lucky." he says as he unwraps one of the sandwhiches, scrapes half the steak off into Mister's bowl and tosses the rest to Mouse. "Harry might be my brother, but you've always been like a sister to me too. If something happened to you, I'd likly march to Chicken Pizza myself and...well probibly die a grusome death, but it's the thought that counts.