"Morning, pet," Spike said.<br/><br/>Lorne wandered in next, drawn by the smell of coffee brewing.  Though he was a considerably impressive and exotic sight in silk pajamas, a fether-boa-trimmed robe, and bunny slippers.  "Morning, cupcakes."   He went to the refrigerator and pour grapefruit juice, then added a little vodka, and downed it.