Spike chuckled, even as he looked a little wistful.  "Joyce used t'make this for me.  Kept a tin, always had some put aside.  I think I lied when I said I never felt safe.  There was an afternoon, after Dru left me.  Joyce made me hot cocoa and listened to me pour my heart out. Reminded me of my mum."<br/><br/>He chuckled again, ruefully.  "Getting maudlin in the coffee aisle.  I'm well and truly losing it."  He pushed the cart around to the next aisle and they started food shopping with a vengeance.