Somewhere around him trailing off about 'nice, sleek design' Buffy started staring with mingled accusation and incredulity. The shrug of dismissal and statement that followed didn't help. It just sounded like a weirdly sexual thing, if she was being honest. Not that it was necessarily surprising, because really what with guys wasn't, but … Still.
"I think I figured it out," she responded with a decisive nod. No wonder they weren't as keen on horses. You couldn't turn horses into weird sexual objects. Or, well, you could, but not legally. "Say no more."
The stablehand came back, guiding them out to where the horses were saddled and waiting, and Buffy picked one -- a dark brown mustang -- and moved to start petting its face affectionately. It didn't flinch away, just stared at her with its big horse eyes and allowed her to pet it (handle animal 13). She looked over at Spike.
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"I think I figured it out," she responded with a decisive nod. No wonder they weren't as keen on horses. You couldn't turn horses into weird sexual objects. Or, well, you could, but not legally. "Say no more."
The stablehand came back, guiding them out to where the horses were saddled and waiting, and Buffy picked one -- a dark brown mustang -- and moved to start petting its face affectionately. It didn't flinch away, just stared at her with its big horse eyes and allowed her to pet it (handle animal 13). She looked over at Spike.
"Ready?"