11258/Willow catches up with Giles.

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Willow catches up with Giles.
Date of Scene: 27 March 2020
Location: The Magic Box, Sunnydale
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Rupert Giles, Willow Rosenberg, Buffy Summers




Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles is fussing... it's the only word to describe it. Books are being removed from shelves, stacked in small piles, reordered and replaced. Evidently while he's been off talking to the Watchers' Council, things have been getting out of order... which, as everyone but apparently Xander knows, is 'alphabetical'.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Enter Willow. And she is bound and determined to make her mark, after all, she's grown in the year or so. Oh! She brings a baggie of chocolate chip cookies. Because.

Rupert Giles has posed:
"No, no, no." Giles is muttering to himself. "'Thorn' is Norse 'th': this goes *before* 'Tinctures and Potions', for goodness s...." Ah. He pauses, sets the book down and removes his glasses to polish them. "I... Goodness. Willow." A somewhat embarrassed chuckle, "I was... ah... refiling some of our books. They seem to have got all ... um... out of order." Glasses back on his nose. "My. Yes. How are you?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Uhm.. that the was John liked it." Willow still is not certain John Constatine was other side of Rupert Giles, after all, she has seen it the same space. "I can help?"

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles harumphs. It's the only word for that noise. "With the best will in the world, Mr. Constantine was not... ah, is not... interested in books /qua/ books, the feel, the order... they are just a tool to him. And a somewhat distressingly blunt one sometimes at that." He picks up the last one in the pile, blows dust off it, tsks, and finds a place to shelf it. "I think that will suffice for now."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"He didnt read them a whole bunch. Such a shame, you would love his library. I think an still allowed? He didnt take the house door when he left. I kinda think the house lets people on. She likes me." Willow smirks.

Rupert Giles has posed:
Giles polishes his glasses again, a little more earnestly this time, breathing on the lenses. "The house... ah... likes you? I mean, not that it doesn't display commendable discernment on that score, um, were that an emotion one normally ascribes to houses. Except, perhaps, in exceptional circumstances. but... It *likes* you?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"You have met the house, havent you?" Willow blinkblinks. "I can take there? I have a special key." Which leads from anywhere.

Rupert Giles has posed:
"Um." Rupert pockets his handkerchief, sets his spectacles back where they belong. "Ah. Oh. Yes. Ah. That house." He mms. "Anyway. It's nice to be back, inasmuch as that's possible in a country which can't make good tea. Fortunately I brought a supply of Twinings back with me from England, so all is... at least right with the world until they run out. How are you, Willow?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers has been tired lately, you know, between her demanding job, finishing up school before spring break and of course there's the slaying thing, which she's been working double time for various reasons. But she owes Giles a report and so she arrives rather breathless at the Magic Shop after missing the bus and trying to get there before they close. She steps in, pausing a moment at the entrance, catching her breath, "Phew...Giles? You here?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"See! See you are him!" Willow really doesnt her suspicions to herself. "I knew it!"

Rupert Giles has posed:
"I am...." Giles shakes his head, hunting for and finally finding a cooling mug of tea behind the counter. "Yes. Obviously. We're both English, of a certain age, have knowledge of the Occult... How could we not be one and the same?" A sigh. "He, however, is an uncouth thug with a penchant for violence. I am an educated scholar and librarian, and, or so I am informed, a gentleman." Willow gets a smile to take the edge off. "Much as I hate to disappoint you, my dear, we are not one and the same.... I say, are those cookies?" He glances up at the door as it opens. "Ah. Buffy."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles faintly, a bit ruffled as she spots a Willow and Giles, "Hi! How you guys been? Sorry, been a busy few days, I'm glad I caught you before the store closed.." she takes a step towards them, her breath slowing down as she approaches, "Giles, I-really should catch you up to speed..A lot has happened.." she spots her lip, "You are sticking around for a bit right?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Out comes the baggie of cookies. "I thought might a few of them. Chocolate chips cookies. I think the are for you to share. If you want."

Rupert Giles has posed:
Willow earns herself a warm smile. "Thank you. Their Britannic Majesties would probably revoke my passport if I confessed to it, but I do, um, have a soft spot for American cookies." He watches Buffy approach. "Unless the world is actually about to end, Buffy, I don't believe we're in a desperate rush, er, are we? As far as I am aware, I have no reason to go and pay another visit to the Watchers Council for the foreseeable future, so... ah... the pair of you will just have to put up with me amusing myself by re-ordering the bookshelves. Again."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers shrugs and smirks, "Heh, well we're not in world-ending mode...Yet, but Sunnydale is suddenly crawling with vamps, like way more than before.." she frowns, "Giles, something big is brewing, we stumbled upon an actual army of vamps in the making..We were lucky to get out by the skin of our teeth.." she shivers at the memory, "If it weren't for Thomas' timely entrance.."

Rupert Giles has posed:
Rupert Giles blinks, pauses in the middle of helping himself to a cookie. "Ah. I... see. Goodness me." He deliberately sets the cookie down, toys with the cuff of his jacket. "Just, um... how many is an army, exactly?" Willow gets a glance. "We might, um, be needing Mr Constantine's library sooner than anticipated, I think, Willow?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Sure!" Willow not only help the Scooby Gang, but to itching to get her hands more books. *Especially* John's books. "Tell when to go."