Spike grinned and nodded as he stirred milk into the skillet with the browned flour mixture.  "Lots."<br/><br/>A few minutes later, a heaping plate of biscuits, a platter of bacon, and a deep bowl of gravy with a ladle were brought to the table.<br/><br/>Lorne chuckled.  "Good thing I have an active metabolism.  This stuff is murder on a plate."<br/><br/>Spike smiled and nodded.  "Got a taste for this during the eighties.  Spent about ten years in the South."