"Little girl be fair/Show yourself you care/let others care for you/Before it's too late/Cause time won't wait/Till your heart's no longer blue." - Stevie Wonder, Girl Blue [time wastin']
So Michelle, EJ, and I had ourselves a chat today and it went something like this...
TARA: The urn of Osiris. WILLOW: (looks up) You really found it. ANYA: (sits opposite Willow) Yeah. It wasn't easy. I went through every supplier the Magic Box has. WILLOW: (alarmed) You used a Magic Box supplier? What if Giles finds out? ANYA: He's too busy not leaving to pay attention to me. (We see Xander standing beside Anya) Besides, I ended up getting it on eBay. TARA: You found the last known urn of Osiris on eBay? ANYA: Yeah, from this desert gnome in Cairo. He drove a really hard bargain, but I finally got him to throw in a limited edition Backstreet Boys lunchbox for a - Xander coughs. Anya pauses. Xander looks nervous. ANYA: ...a friend. Tara looks at Xander with a little smile. XANDER: So you got your somber on, Will, is the urn not up to spec? Willow studies the urn with a frown, doesn't seem to have heard. She looks at Tara. WILLOW: It's the one. (puts it down) Which means it's time. XANDER: (anxious) It's time? (sits) Like, *time* time? With the... (vague hand gestures) timeliness? ANYA: (quietly) Are you sure? WILLOW: I am. TARA: Mercury's in retrograde, and we have... (to Willow) Do we have everything? WILLOW: (nods) Just about. Willow gets up, goes over to another table and begins putting things in a bag. XANDER: But why the sudden rushy-rush? I mean, did the bot blow our cover at school? TARA: No, she did great, she impressed all the teachers. XANDER: And they still thought it was Buffy? WILLOW: (turns back to them) Tomorrow night, we'll meet back here. XANDER: (jumps up) Whoa! Let's apply the brakes and check the rear- and side-view mirrors here. They all look at him. XANDER: (more calmly) This is deep stuff, Willow. We're talking about raising the dead. WILLOW: It's time we stop talking. Tomorrow night ... we're bringing Buffy back.Well, really we talked about sad songs, which bloggers we'd like to punch in the face, and how we're all going to go to SXSW and remark about how much cooler we are than all you nerds. But it could've been. Just like that one time when uppity-negro.com just randomly burst into song.