Scott calls Buffy over in the cafeteria. He's sitting with Pete and Debbie. Scott gets on Buffy for eating only Jell-O, and she says she didn't sleep well. Debbie tells her not to tell Mr. Platt, or he'll have her start a "dream journal." That wouldn't be the best way to be declared sane, would it? "Dear Dream Journal: Last night I dreamt that there were no vampires and that Sunnydale wasn't on a Hellmouth and that I was just a normal girl, not the Slayer. Isn't that crazy?" Or some such. Debbie thinks Platt is a quack, but Buffy sticks up for him. Debbie concedes that he's funny, but sometimes she doesn't like the things he says. Scott says that his mom says therapy can be "completely helpful." In my last recap, I mentioned that Scott was about as interesting as herbal tea. I now realize that I did herbal tea a disservice with that statement. Pete: "Yeah, but your mom has the wattage of a Zippo lighter, Scott." Oh, all right: heh. Scott: "I hope you realize I don't actually know these people. I thought you would like me better if I had friends, so I hired them." I'm trying to think how to encapsulate my feelings about that line. I think I may have to quote Faith in "Doppelgangland" -- it was "just like fun, only boring." Scott nicely compliments Buffy on her appearance, but her mind is obviously elsewhere, and she quickly makes excuses and leaves. Pete: "Check out Scotty, liking the manic-depressive chick." Marti Noxon is trying to make me hate him. The thing is, it's totally working. What a dick. Scott looks worried, or at least a little less blank than usual.