Dinner and a... conversation.

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

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Wesley ate some more salad then leaned back in his chair, watching Spike. There were moments when he thought he'd be perfectly happy just doing that. "How is it?" he asked.

Second course, same conversation

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"First of all, random people on the street are more likely to look down their noses at me than you, so I think you've got your little scenario backwards," Spike said, setting down his spoon. "But it doesn't matter, because I don't care what they think of either of us. It's got nothing to do with them."