Buffy's eyes were glazed over when Louise took the time to explain her presence. "Maybe." She said. It was as if she had not heard a single word that the obviously European woman had spoken. Buffy had heard everything.<strong>"Are you sure you're in the right place? Los Angeles is super-natural all the time. Like fire-walkers, on campus in the middle of lunch time, surrounded by people. Like, hello, it's hot already. What are you doing? and why is everything on fire? It just doesn't fell safe to me. I mean, they were doing this in August THROUGH October, and it was a dry autumn."</strong>Most of what she had said had feigned concern all over it, she sounded like one of the stupidest kids on the entire west coast.<strong>"or the pigeon issue."</strong><br/><br/>Hank could hear Buffy, and although she sounded foolish, he knew his daughter better than that. As much as he wanted his dinner to get started, he was allowed to be patient, when he wasn't before. It was an internal struggle that was growing within him. He wanted to shout at Buffy, and tell her to shoo the woman away, to stop messing around, and act more maturely. He rested his eyes for a moment, and exhaled a large breathe that he didn't know he was storing in his chest.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes and glanced at Alexandria with tenderness wrapped in eternal passion. she was an easy creature to love. Mr. Summers stood up and walked over to the door. Rather than blowing up and igniting the room with a temper, and a scornful brush-stroke of memory, Hank stood next to his daughter and smiled at Louise. In a way, he was pretending to be more happy than he was. Buffy could feel the acting.<strong>"Hello, my name is Hank Summers, this is my daughter Buffy..."</strong>It was a fine opportunity to teach his kin some manners. He continued to prattle on about trinkets until Buffy interrupted him. "I overheard what was said... from the uh- dinner table. You said you were doing a study about sup-"<br/><br/>She had noticed Alyssa pull up, and she looked up at Louise in the face, right as her father was about to command the situation.<strong>"Excuse me, kindly." </strong>Buffy nudged passed Louise and manhandled her, grabbing her arm, and a large portion of her side, very peacefully, moving the woman out of her way. The motion looked natural to Hank and Alyssa, but Buffy had completely abused her strength, to Louise it only could have felt like gravity had vanished for a moment.<br/><br/>The young slayer jogged away from the adults, and her house. Alyssa was waiting in the driveway for her. So, Buff pranced about the car reading the glittering symbols on the plush-surface-pink face of her droid. She leaned over next to the driver's side window, motioning for a<em>'roll down.'</em><strong>"We got ourselves a girl scout. That bitch got the cookies, can you see my dad's face from here. He's all kinds of lesbo."</strong>*1<br/><br/>Although Buffy was being casual, she had just informed Alyssa that Louise was likely here to kill her. The two of them had gone pretty far back at this point, and Buffy trusted this girl.<br/><br/><hr/>*1 - slang- Buffy says that Louise MUST be a girl scout, like Alyssa texted, because girl scouts sell cookies. And cookies are a tool to turn one's soul, there for girl scouts must be evil. 25% of my daily fat in two tiny cookies. that is evil!<br/>-in Addition! a woman holding the cookies, like a girl scout does, also holds a fantastic pussy, great for fucking, Buffy is implying that her father wants to fuck louise, beyond calling her an evil slut girl scout. This was a fun piece of word play for our young slayer.<br/>-she also just calls her father a lesbian, make of it what you want. :)