"Of course you can," she answered in that flat tone of voice that came across her tongue so easily. So naturally. It disguised all the weirdness that Buffy was feeling. All the really gross twisting uncertainty that made her more apt to run away -- look for the treehouse, or the Joanna Joyce, or anywhere other than Seven. But now! Ah. Well. The invitation'd been given.

Buffy backed up. She retraced her steps to the porch. "Mi casa, su casa, whatever casa. You...you know that."

But it was all boast and bluff. Both of them knew it was not so easy.