"This is the dreariest looking non-existent sports team I've ever had to force myself into imagining."

Buffy leaned backwards just long enough to free her legs from the horrid position in which she'd been kneeling. Then, sitting up straight, she dropped the ice-pack onto the bed between them. "When I point at you? You gotta repeat the last line I just said. Like a call and answer thing. Only...quietly. 'Cause it's night and people might be asleep and we're not really at a football game. Got it?"