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It wasn’t often that Dawn heeded Buffy’s advice, no questions asked. In fact, she oftentimes asked all the questions, whined a bit about having to do whatever it was that they had to do, and then thought of a few more questions to ask. Eventually, she almost always gave in. It was very rare that she went against the grain when it all was said and done. Her sister had gotten them through a lot. And Dawn was absolutely sure that she would get them through even more, if more came their way.

If you get lost, find a landmark and sit in one place, her sister had said. It’s easier to be found if you sit in one place, supposedly. So then why was her sister always on the move? That made no sense.

Berkeley wasn’t one of the places where she’d ever expected to take a wrong path. She loved the school. She loved the atmosphere. She loved the normalcy of it. Never mind that she had been headed to her least favorite class, Algebra II, when she had become lost. The door that she had thought led to her classroom had instead led her to what could only be described as a hotel. She’d wandered the halls for almost an hour, looking for the right door or a way out. Her efforts were fruitless.

So this was how she ended up in the lobby, sitting in the middle of the floor and holding her cell phone up to try to get a reception to call Buffy or Xander. No reception. Her nose wrinkled and she looked positively unhappy as she muttered to herself. “America’s most dependable 3G network, you are not. And I’m not sure how good I’ll be at the sitting and waiting to be found thing.”

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"There was definitely no knitting or moth balls involved," Buffy teases as well, making it sound as naughty as possible. "However, there was plenty of kissing going on."

"Ew... did his fangs ever cut your lip? Cause I've always wondered that about the kissing of vampires when they're all grr argh." Because the vampire she had kissed hadn't morphed yet. With hers there had just been a lot of slobber. And then she'd had to kill him before he turned her. It had been kind of traumatic.

Buffy gives her a 'what' sort of look. "No. I mean...okay yes. Once, but there was--" she stops herself short of telling her baby sister that the cutting bit had been a little ~~a lot~~ intentional. "You learn to be careful. Besides, most of the time there was no vamp face."

"I'm tempted to find a vampire and kiss them just to try it out." She adds thoughtfully. "I'll call it research. The tricky part is finding a vampire who isn't hungry and who you haven't kissed yet."

"No!" The protest is out of her mouth before she ever even really processes all of Dawn's words. "And hey! I haven't kissed all the vampires and you don't need to kiss any of them!"

"Fiiiine. I won't go seeing vampires out. But love is love, Buffy. If I happen to get my kiss on with a vampire, you can't say anything about it cause pot kettle black." Now she's just teasing, egging Buffy on because she can.

"I have no problem being pot and kettle when it's keeping you from being vampire bait," Buffy retorts.