Willow Rosenberg bounced down the stairs of the Summers’ household into the living room only to find her best friend frowning as she stared at the television that was currently broadcasting snow and static.
“Cable’s out,” Buffy said instead of a greeting.
“Did you pay the bill?” the red-head questioned, a smile breaking out as Buffy’s frown intensified.
“I wrote the check,” the blonde answered, it sounding more like a question.
“Yeah well, Buff, unless you send it the cable company has this nasty habit of turning off their service,” she quips, an innocent smile on her face when the slayer turns to scowl at her.
“Evil.” Buffy pouts.
Nodding Willow turns to head into the kitchen. “You’ll have to slay them,” she throws over her shoulder, chuckling when she hears Buffy grumbling that she will.