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Susannah is once again working in the bar, although she has less of a pile of documents with her tonight. All she has is a notebook, in which she is alternately taking notes, scratching out notes, and doodling.

She is not a bad teacher, but some things are hard to approach.

She also has a large bottle of water, because proper hydration is important.

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A moment later, a pineapple smoothie appears on the bar next to her elbow. She picks it up, and wanders toward the tables, including Susannah's.

Figuring out where to sit is awkward! She kind of knows some people, but from brief conversations in which she might've joked about their dead husbands kind of. And also, it's a bar, but it's also a restaurant, a clothing store, and possibly a daycare. Social norms are no longer dependable. "Mind if -- ?" She points, with the smoothie, toward a chair by Susannah.

"Go right ahead," she says easily. She unscrews the top of her own bottle and takes a drink.

Buffy goes right ahead, and takes a long swallow of her smoothie once she's settled. It tastes like fruit and joy.

When she puts it down, she notices that the table is already inhabited by notebooks. "Sorry, were you working?"

"Not exactly," she says. "Just trying to organize my thoughts."

She nods. "I hear that can be useful." More smoothie. "When I try it always ends up kind of like little kids with spaghetti."

Susannah tries to unpack that. "All over the walls?"

"I was thinking, like..." She mimes. "How they end up pushing it around and dropping it, but now that you mention it, yes."

Buffy gets an inquisitive eyebrow.

"Any more trouble with the demon bunnies?"

She shoots a dark look at the lake door.

"Not really, but that's probably because I haven't really gone near them. It's too bad there isn't a spray-on repellent."

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