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Rupert Giles stared at his sister, his expression akin to horror, “Eva are you insane? It will never work Buffy will look at me with disgust once she sees me.” The Watcher glared at his sister.
“Do stop fussing Rupert,” said Eva as she straightened her brother’s collar. “You love Buffy, you know you do. So go and tell her!”
“And how am I supposed to do that?” Giles asked, as he ran his hands through his hair, causing it to stand up. Eva frowned when she saw the result. It looked as though her brother was auditioning for the lead in Young Frankenstein. She sighed and took out her travel-sized hair-brush.
“Well,” said Eva, “you could take her to the park, in daylight” she clarified before her brother began to protest on the dangers of an evening stroll could bring. Suddenly, it all made sense. “You’ve already planned something, haven’t you?” The Watcher asked. His sister gave her brother a cheeky smile and said:
“I may have done, but who's to say?” The Watcher groaned and knew without a doubt that his world is definitely doomed.