[ The way Paige explains it, at least seems to satisfy Kenzi and she returns to her drink with a bob of her head. A smile plays across her lips as Paige’s question – slurred though it is – is spoken, and she takes a moment to sip the contents as she lifts her shoulders in a shrug. ]

No nuance. [ Exactly. ] It’s just, the way you talk. You say you can’t do things, or won’t, or don’t because you think it’s selfish.

[ In the brief time they’ve been friends, Kenzi has heard an awful lot of reasons why Paige shouldn’t or wouldn’t do something. ]

You’re not a Tuneservant. Or… a Vampire Slayer. You’re Paige Lenore Lyons. [ Yep. Using your words back on you girl. ] You can be a vampire hunting priestess who sings in a band on weekends with your boyfriend, if you want. It’s like…. Bacon dipped in chocolate.