Her nose crinkled, lips pursing, and Buffy shrugged her ambivalence, shutting the door and going to grab a piece of fruit off the counter, settling to just graze instead of going through the work of making something.

"Nothing sounds good." She rubbed her shirt hem over the apple, then dropped it and took a bite. Talking through the mouthful of apple, she continued, "I thought vampires just drank blood. What's with the cereal?" She raised an eyebrow and nodded to indicate the box of Weetabix.