"Giles," Wesley said, a little bit more loudly than he would have otherwise. No matter how the conversation went, after all, Spike deserved to hear it. "How are things?"

"Very well actually," Giles said. "And I've something for you. It's sitting here beside me on the sofa."

Calculating the hour in England, Wesley felt a smile spread across his face. "That's great. I'm so pleased -- thank you."