Bella was rather content with things when she walked into the Sun Room, her mind elsewhere as her body clicked onto autopilot. It was rare to have such a good morning – the last few had been hectic – she had been hurt, then him, and in the end, everything just ended awfully. At least last night and breakfast made up for all of those awful moments.

But! She couldn’t think of those now. Moving over to an empty couch, Bella flopped herself ungracefully down onto the cushions with a sigh, her eyes peering around for the vengeance demon that she had agreed to speak with. Anya was going to be difficult to speak to – did she really have as bad as a temper as she remembered? It had been ages since she had even seen Buffy, and … well, Anya was quite real, so who knew if she was different?

At least she remembered the series finale … even if it hadn’t ended well for the aforementioned girl. Maybe she could leave that bit out.