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Buffy is consuming delicious pineapple smoothie by the fireplace, and people-watching. And ... other species-watching. She's inclusive. (Is that a balloon?)

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"I think he likes you," she said, "What's so strange about me knowing Angel? I mean it is Milliways?"

"He has a funny way of showing it," Buffy says, but without rancor. And: "Well...nothing, I guess. It just took me by surprise. I guess it makes sense, though. I mean, you're both...do you have a soul?"

"I don't know," said Seras, "Why do you ask?"

Because, Migionette, it's a good question

"You don't know?" It hadn't really occurred to her that that was a possible answer. "Doesn't it...I don't know...shouldn't there be some kind of..."

It should sting! Or something!

Souls a differant where she is from.

"The soul is carried by the blood," explained Seras, "It is that essence that of a person. I have the soul of Pip in my conscious nearly all the time because he gave me his blood. I don't know if that means that I have a soul, or if Alucard has my soul."

This also hasn't occurred to her.

"...Your world," says Buffy, "is very different from mine." Your obvious, let me state it to you. "I guess...well, in my world, vampires without souls eat people. Unless they have chips."

The kitten stops gnawing on her, and licks her finger; she blinks, startled, and looks down at him again. His head is fuzzy and pettable.

"Chips?" she asked, "Vampires in my world range from those who are not bastards to those who are."

That's a pretty universal range, she reflects. It applies to humans, too.

"Um, chips -- like, a thing in your brain that zaps you when you try to bite somebody? The military invented them." Also, a giant Frankendemon. "I guess I was just wondering...what made you decide not to...be the bastard kind?"

"Because my master serves the Humans, and I do as well," she said, "It's either that or I die."

"'Splainy?"

"I don't understand it myself," said Seras.

"Die...how? Do you know that?"

It's kind of disturbing, as non-people-eating situations go.

"I could get shot through the heart or the head," she said, "So, yeah, dead."

"-- Okay, so you don't eat people because someone will kill you if you do?" That makes a relative amount of sense.

"Yes," she said, "And I actually like some humans as friends rather than food. THat is another reason not to eat people."

Back to perplexing! "Not a bad one," she agrees. "Not a very usual one, either, where I'm from. Are there a lot of vampires like you?"

"I don't know," she said, "Most of the ones I have met were bastards."

"Hm."

She pets the kitten, carefully. "Well, that makes two of us."

"But you know Angel!" said Seras, "He's not a bastard!"

"Well," says Buffy, pettily, "that's a matter of opinion."

"Why what did he do?" asked Seras suddenly and looking rather pissed off, "Need me to beat the crap out of him for you?"

"What?" She looks startled. "-- No! No. I was just...no, that's really okay. I can do my own crap out of beatings. Not that I'm going to beat up Angel."

"What did he do?" pressed Seras.

Well, he dumped her. And moved to L. A.

"...He's just kind of...you know, he never talks about how he feels about something," Buffy says. "And he's always deciding what's best for people without consulting, you know, people. And not telling people when he comes to people's town, which, when he then has the nerve to complain when people show up in his city, is kind of --"

She stops.

"I didn't mean he was the kind of vampire that eats people."

"But he hurt you," she said, "I mean, i can tell that from how you are acting."

She was quiet.

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