"You know," she laughed, "it's pretty rude to ignore someone's question. In polite company."

But Buffy didn't seem to mind all that much, considering the kisses of her own that she was dotting across his cheek. Followed quickly but the curve of his neck. And her fingers skated the scars on his upper back. How dare they do that to him; how dare she hurt him, too. Despite Jack's protests, it was difficult to feel at all absolved.

Regardless, she kept laughing. "Unless you were signing up for chores. On the whiteboard. The chore-board. The one on the fridge. The one all us Seven dwellers use to divvy up the housework none of us really want to do."