To say she'd remembered anything would be entirely too generous. Katara's granddaughter had simply had a surplus of the things and Buffy -- craving the sugar that would be vital in nursing her emotional hangover after the draft and after losing willow -- couldn't say no.

But she could pre-emptively scold him: "Get any on the cushions and I really don't care how mangled you might be -- you'll be on laundry duty for a month."

Dominance (hopefully) re-established, Buffy ducked into the kitchen. The peek-through counter did still allow her to keep an eye on His Royal Stickineess.