Buffy woke that Saturday morning feeling off. Showering, brushing her teeth, combing her hair, didn't help. She didn't both putting on anything more than sweatpants and a tank top to go downstairs for breakfast. Her slayer energy, she figured, just wasn't with her today.
Things hadn't been easy lately. Her friends were still getting used to her return after Angel's death. The new slayer Faith was less than helpful despite her noninfectious enthusiasm. It's no wonder she was so tired and sluggish.
Dawn was already awake, almost done eating three of the large pile of pancakes on the table.
"Hey, where's mom?" Buffy asked as she got herself a plate.
"She's at the gallery," Dawn said. "It's like 11:00."
Buffy's stomach growled, making her realize just how hungry she was. She sat down and, without a second thought, just pulled the entire stack of pancakes to her.
"Hey, some of those are mine!" Dawn said.
"You have yours," Buffy said, her mouth already full with her first bite while she poured syrup on with her free hand. She didn't even both to cut them, just cutting the entire stack into large bite fulls with her fork and shoving them in her face. She was ravenous. Her mind suddenly fixated on the task of getting these pancakes into her stomach.
"I'm going over to Tiffany's," Dawn said. She spoke some more, probably detailing her plans for the day, but Buffy wasn't listening. She was eating. And eating. And eating.
In less than a minute she had demolished the stack of a ten pancakes. Dawn rolled her eyes.
"You're not even listening to me," she said and stood up.
"Mmm?" Buffy swallowed.
"What are you doing today?" Dawn said, trying to take an interest. She was getting old enough now that Buffy's slayer duties were holding more than a casual interest to her. She was thinking that soon, maybe, Buffy would let her in, let her help.
"I dunno'. I'll check to see if Giles has anything for me to do," Buffy stood up and went to the fridge. There wasn't any food readily available, just cold cuts, drinks, ingredients. If she wanted food, she'd either have to eat or drink it straight, or prepare it herself. She was just so hungry right now. Her stomach, full from breakfast, stilled growled at her, demanding more food. And she wanted it now.
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