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Faith comes in from outdoors, looking quietly pleased, and acquires dinner and coffee, then curls up in front of the fireplace.

Tomorrow, there will be blood and violence and possibly all manner of woe. Tonight...tonight was good.

As Alain would say, it is well.

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"Hello."

Faith turns and stares back.

"Is there a reason you're staring at me?"

"Sorry," says Tiffany, contriving to make her voice as polite as possible, which we all know never works when you're 12. "I didn't know I was staring. I was just looking at you."

"OK. Is there a reason for that, then? Do I have food in my hair or something?"

Tiffany shakes her head.

"I was wondering what you were."

"Vampire Slayer. You?"

Faith isn't as put off by this question as she would have been once. Fucking Milliways.

"I'm a witch."

Tiffany tilts her head a bit. "I've never met a vampire. But I might have met a vampire slayer." She might be one, if the situation calls for it.

"There are vampires aplenty here. I don't Slay them though. Do you know Mel or Buffy?"

"No. I know Granny Weatherwax. She's probably slain a vampire." Tiffany feels safe in assuming Granny Weatherwax has doen a lot of things.

"It's...probably not quite the same thing."

Slayers don't live long enough to be called 'Granny.'

"Why not? Granny Weatherwax is the best witch in the world," Tiffany says, with pride-by-association. "If she slays a vampire, it will stay slain."

"I'm sure," Faith agrees. "But...Slayer doesn't just mean I kill them. Killing a vampire doesn't make you a Slayer, not the way I mean it. A Slayer is a girl - your age, I'd guess, at least sometimes - who's given special powers to fight vampires and demons."

"Can you be a Slayer and a witch, too?" Tiffany asks, curiously.

"...I don't think so?" Faith shrugs. "Slayer isn't entirely human, dunno if magic as it works in my world would work for one."

"Well, what kind of powers do Slayers have?"

"Enhanced speed, strength, senses, reflexes, healing powers, prophetic dreams," Faith rattles off for what has to be the thousandth time.

Tiffany doesn't have those.

"I wonder if there are any on the Chalk." She looks thoughtful. "I think I would have known, by now."

"We're pretty specialized, I think," Faith says with a shrug. "You probably have better ways of dealing with things in your world."

Tiffany nods. "We have witches. Witches deal with things, even vampires."

She glances at the door. "And I should go back, now. Good day."

"We have witches too...and if yours are anything like ours, I believe it."

Faith smiles faintly. "Good day to you too."

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