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Too good to be true, that's what this place is.

Or that's what Faith decides on her third pass through its halls. Through the lavish reception area, past that long as hell dining room table, and then the stocked buffet table -- Faith had stuck to the walls and the shadows, playing recon for almost an hour.

"Swear to god I'm not making a twins joke..." She mutters to herself as she steps out in full view, choosing to invite whatever trouble might come her way. Sure, maybe she'll sample some of the food just sitting out for the taking. Peek into some rooms, maybe try to find the head. She'll wind up at the bar, though, asking if the tender accepts euros. Long day like this one means she's definitely going to need a drink.

Or ten. Then she can figure out if this is a vacation on a platter or some kind of wacko fever dream she's got to fight her way out of.

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She's going to have to wait a moment for Buffy to decide how she feels about this. Right now, she's feeling a little encroached upon. Yet again, Faith has to show up in her house. She crosses her arms over her chest and eyes Faith critically.

"Yeah, I've been here for weeks. Catch up, F."

So...basically things are status quo. Awesome.

Faith's eyebrows raise up and she can't help but let out the awkward laugh in response. Her hands go up in a classic surrender move, and her surprise could not be more clear. Faith's good at forgiveness, and she's not interested in crap she thought was long over. Like Buffy's PMS moods.

"Whoa, OK. Guess I'll catch you later, then." And she literally turns on her heel and decides that maybe this broom closet has actual interesting things in it. Because wow this is so not what she signed up for.

Faith is a bit further along in the forgiveness track than Buffy is. She's been working actively at it, while Buffy has more been trying to maintain status quo with everything. She hasn't had time to think about forgiveness.

Buffy lets out an exasperated sigh. "Faith! Wait," she actually starts after the other slayer. Maybe she should try a little harder, especially since they're in this situation apparently together, whether they want to be or not.

"Look, I'm not trying to horn in on whatever you got happening here. Just thought maybe you'd know something I don't." She's still walking, albeit slower. But Faith doesn't do this anymore, not the punching bag tango. Sure she deserves a lot of bagging, but it's on her own terms now.

It's not her fault Giles left her everything and she'd been so sure Buffy was on the same page with Faith being Angel daycare. What the hell happened in between...? "If this is because I wouldn't help with your friend Dawn, I'm sorry, but I had some big fish in the fryer."

"Probably," Buffy answers, but it's a little less smarmy. It's not nearly as satisfying fighting with Faith when she doesn't fight back. Sure, she'd been on the same page with Faith being Angel daycare. He'd just killed her watcher. That didn't take away years of whatever it is they've got going on. Forgiveness is a rocky road.

"My friend?" Buffy gives her a confused look. "Dawn is my sister."

Good thing they're such mature and well-adjusted individuals ... no one said, ever.

Faith looks over at Buffy after the sister comment, trying to mask her face from showing all the disbelief trying to break through. Man, Buffy really was bonding with the bitty slayers, huh. "OK. You know, you don't have to go all hippy on the juniors, right?"

Also, hey look: distraction from the current tension! Well-adjusted indeed.

They can't be perfect.

Buffy gives her the most 'are you crazy' look ever. "Faith, we settled that. She's not a junior. Remember? Dawn, the pretty little brunette that sided with you in the whole Impeach Buffy side plot? Did you just wake up from a coma again?"

They can always replace current tension with old tension. That's better, isn't it?

"OK one? That's a wild generalization. And two-- unless you adopted somebody recently, you've never had a sister, Buffy." She's starting to feel weird about all this, now. Had stepping into the hotel messed something up? "Did the seed fry your brain or something?"

Buffy just stares at her wide eyed. "Does this have something to do with the whole seed destroying? You've met Dawn."

Okay, there might be a little bit of panic here. What if destroying the seed did have a negative impact on Dawn. She's pretty sure that Dawn is just a girl now, but she's not certain and if she's not....

"Is it a key thing? Or a beyond the city limits of Sunnydale thing? What's going on, Faith?"

Faith's just got blank face while she tries understanding what Buffy's saying. "I don't have a car, but I have the keys to the flat if that's what you mean."

Buffy's brow is furrowed and she's far too concerned about what Faith is missing to question the flat or the car or the fact that Faith is talking actual keys. She waves away the suggestion.

"No. It's...it's good. I'm...you can figure this stuff out, by yourself, right? I'm in [insert proper room number here] if you need something. I've got to go--check on something."

Dawn. She's got to go check on Dawn and make sure she's all right.

"Yeah... right. I'm good." Faith's starting to wonder some of the same thing -- something is clearly her 'sister' that Faith doesn't remember. She's done coma before, twice, but never

Her parting words come out half-heartedly: I'll catch you later."

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