Anya didn't know why she was still here. She said her piece, Buffy said hers - really, she should have left already, but it wasn't as if she had anywhere to go. Anything else to do. And wasn't that usually the way? Being a demon she worked constantly, always in search of someone who needed her. With Xander the need eventually developed into a mutual one, up until the wedding. And then ...

God, why was she still here. She could hear Buffy prattling on, but she wasn't even sure what the woman was talking about anymore. Tea? Were they actually doing this?

"Yeah?" She sounds more distracted than interested, her gaze drifting back to the door, though one of her arms absently touches the back of a chair.