Originally it was "my gypsy curse, and our hot little loins, sometimes prevent me from seeing the truth." I mention this because it amuses me. In that way where I feel a little bit ill. Wesley squints up at the ceiling and gasps, "Oh Buvvy!" which cracks me up, because he really sounded like Boreanaz there. Cordy spins and dopily asks, "Yes, Angel?" Wesley exclaims, "I love you so much I almost forgot to brood!" Cordy insists, "And just because I sent you to hell that one time doesn't mean that we can't just be friends!" There's a shot of Gunn laughing at the wackiness, which is odd since Gunn's never ever seen Buffy and Angel together, so how much of this is he getting? Does he even know about the getting-sent-to-hell bit? Maybe someone lent him the videotapes. Anyhow, Wesley grabs Cordy's arm and suggests, "Or possibly more." Cordy turns away and says, "Gasp!" Heh. She adds, "No! We mustn't!" Wesley takes Cordy by the shoulder and whispers, "Kiss me!" Cordy says, "Bite me!" Wesley bends Cordy over and shoves his face in her neck. Cordy sure wears a lot of wide bracelets to cover up her tattoo. Angel interrupts, "How 'bout you both bite me?" Fred jumps up excitedly while Wesley and Cordy quickly race to opposite corners. This seems like a good time to note that Cordy is wearing a poofy-sleeved sheer-layered top and the mini-est of miniskirts. And, to complete the look, tan fishnets. That poor, poor girl. Gunn asks how Angel's meeting with Buffy went, and Angel says, "I think those two pretty much summed it up. To be honest, I really don't want to talk about it." Although he kind of bitterly chuckles on that last line, and he doesn't look too upset. Heck, he's wearing a light blue shirt; it couldn't have been that bad. Although, ew, he really should tuck the shirt in. That just looks sloppy. Cordy angles for gossip by insisting that Angel needs to share his grief and longing, because otherwise "the curiosity's gonna kill [her]." Angel quietly replies, "Oh no. Wouldn't want that." Whoops. Fred says she's not at all interested in the details, and a frustrated Cordy tells her to shut up. Angel says that what he needs now is ice cream, and invites Fred to join him. Good thing he's not building up her hopes or anything. Fred enthusiastically agrees to go along, and they head out. Cordy sighs, "Now we'll never, ever know." Angel merrily calls back, "That's right."