“Now I’m scared.” She simpered, utterly amused. “We wouldn’t want to upset big sister, now would we? Even though- as a Slayer- just living with her family jeopardises them. I wonder how many demons have kidnapped you in the last fortnight…I do so hope taking you hostage is en vogue.”
“Hey —- - don’t underestimate my sister! And no one’s kidnapped me in– - how long is a fortnight again?– - for your information!”
“That sounds wonderful, honey…” Tara answered, smiling when she saw the smile upon Dawn’s face. “The same place we usually go?”
“Yeah, the same one!” Dawn replied with an enthusiastic nod. “D'ya think they’ve got any new flavors since last time to try, or are we gonna have to stick to chocolate again?”
She didn’t dignify her question with a answer, barring her signature scathingly cold glare and a question of her own; “And you are? Other than a light hors d’oeuvre,that is.”
“I’m the Slayer's sister. So i-if you hurt me, then you’ve got her to answer to!”
Joyce kept at brushing Dawn’s hair, although she tried to be gentler in taking out the knots. “This is what happens sometimes when you wake up. Sorry Dawn but it happens.” She kept going as gently as she could until the brush ran smooth. “There….. that’s half a head done…”
"Does ithappen to you a lot, Mom? Y'know, since your hair’s super curly?“
She reached up an ran a hand through the brushed side of her hair, smiling as she felt it return to its usual silkiness. It was at times like these when Dawn was glad that she hadn’t inherited her mom’s wild curls– - if this seemed bad, then she couldn’t even imagine how much of a p a i n hair like her mother’s would be to maintain.
