Completely missing the almost sarcastic thanks from Dawn, Anya eyed her suspiciously as she picked up a small statue. Catching her gaze, the ex-demon gave her an over-enthusiastic smile. If she was honest, most of the time she had no idea how to interact with the young Summers. It was hard enough figuring out how to talk to mortal adults, never mind teenagers.
“Oh no of course not. I leave the icky items to Giles. He doesn’t pay me enough for that.” She stated as if it was common knowledge, stepping out from behind the counter, motioning for Dawn to follow her into the stockroom. “We can start with the candles.” Grabbing a box, Anya shoved it into Dawn’s arms. “If you drop that I’ll make sure Giles knows it was you, not me.”
"Oh. Well, that’s good– - right?
Non-icky stuff is good?”
Retuning the smile, albeit a bit awkwardly, Dawn set the statue back down as the two of them headed back to the storeroom. Honestly, she wasn’t totally sure what she’d signed up to restock, and can’t help but release a sigh of relief when all that’s placed in her arms is a box of candles.
“That works for me! But, uh– where should I put these down?”
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