[The man is going to eventually appear from round the corner, carrying with him a small silver flask and a steaming mug of something that smells a great deal like apple pie.]
Oh! Much more better! All regal-like, you.
[Jack himself seems better as well. He has apparently put the time away from her to good use in driving off some demons with rum. He thrusts the apple pie cider mug her way.]
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Oh! Much more better! All regal-like, you.
[Jack himself seems better as well. He has apparently put the time away from her to good use in driving off some demons with rum. He thrusts the apple pie cider mug her way.]
Buffy made this for you.