She's so close to laughing, so close, and she knows without even seeing it that she's going to think of this picture as some absolutely priceless treasure.

She reaches to take the picture before it falls from the camera. "Thanks, Elaine."

It's perfect: Spike's got her wrapped in his arms and is giving her one of those satisfied little smiles that never fails to make her heart jump.

Perfect.

"Thanks," she repeats.