My accomplice, who wrote Willow's dialogue, has requested to be credited as "Mistress of the Universe." All tremble before her wrath.
[Set in a pizzeria in Sunnydale where W/T are enjoying some gooey, cheesy pizza goodness.]
Willow: I know this one spell... it makes food sing. It's sooo funny.
Tara: [frowns] That sounds VERY disturbing.
Willow: No, it's really entertaining. It dances and everything.
[Tara looks at her pizza with a wary, fearful expression. Puts it slowly back down on her plate, frowning]
Willow: My breakfast performed Cats this morning.
Tara: [blanches] I just went to the most frightening visual place I've been to since... well, since the last time I was in a room with Xander and Anya at the same time and Anya spoke. [looks at Will] I. Owe. You...
Willow: ...What?
Tara: [grins] Smoochies. [winks saucily]
