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Anya wanders downstairs and grabs a cup a coffee from the bar. She looks around for anyone that she can talk to.

"Okay, I didn't want to do that," Warren protests, "He made me. I was totally out of the, uh, fembot business."

"How did he make you? Spike had a chip in his brain, he wouldn't have been able to hurt you."

Warren blinks.

"That's what that did? I mean, so...what it made it so he couldn't...vamp-out, or whatever? Because, you know, you all could have made that common knowledge and saved a guy a lot of trouble. Because he still threatened just fine."

"Oh, he could still vamp-out. He would do it to try to scare people. He did it to me a couple of times, trying to get money. He just couldn't hurt you, else he got his brain zapped."

"Well I didn't know that!" Warren snaps, irritably. He folds his arm. You can bet he feels stupid. Do you think he likes it?

"You could have asked."

"Oh, asked who?" Warren asks, sarcastically. "Buffy?"

He adopts a high pitched whine that, truthfully, sounds a bit like Andrew.

"Oh, Buffy, I really need to talk to you about something important because that went so well the last time I did that, and by the way, not that I have any reason to think so, but is it at all possible that the vampire who keeps saying he's going to do horrible stuff to my mom and me if I don't do what he says is lying?"

He drops the voice.

"I don't think so."

Anya blinks. "Okay, okay, you don't have to freak out about it."

"By the way, nice Andrew impression."

"Well, you know, you spend a lot of time with a person...

I mean, I'm not freaking out, I'm just...you cannot blame me for the Buffybot. That's all."

Anya takes a drink of her coffee, which is getting cold.

"Okay. I won't blame you for the Buffybot though. Actually, I kind of liked it. It asked me about my money."

"Yeah, that was in the programming specs," Warren tells her.

Anya nods. "The Buffybot did come in handy the summer that Buffy died, though."

"Um...right. You're...welcome?"

Anya smiles. "Thank you."

"Thank you for the...? Or for saying 'You're welcome'?" He asks.

"Well, you said 'you're welcome', and there had been no thank you before hand. So I was saying thank you."

"I sort of assumed you meant it, but weren't going to say it," Warren admits. "Because, you know, it's me."

Anya nods, and finishes off her coffee, getting another glass. "Well, I'm going to wander a bit. See you around, Warren. Be good."

And with that, Anya goes off to talk to the source of evil ~~which her mun isn't going to link cause she's too lazy~~.

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