She opened her mouth to tell him that she kinda loved that he tried but there he went, spouting compliments again.

Buffy wrinkled her nose. "What can I say? I'm cheese. I get better with time. O-or maybe wine. Wine might be the nicer thing to be compared to, right now.

No one ever wants to be cheese. The cheese? Stands alone."

And there had been that one strange dream, back in Sunnydale...