Sep: Bored. Bored to tears. I cried. Wet, sloppy tears of boredom.
Ace: Huh. It didn't majorly offend me.
Sep: Bored. No other word for it. Unless I use one of the many synonyms for "bored."
Ace: Well at least it didn't make me want to pluck out my own eyes.
Sep: No, but I certainly wanted to close mine for, like, a thousand years.
Later, the gang shows up to "support [Buffy's] subsistence-level employment." Buffy starts to explain how odd things are at the Palace de Doublemeat while Willow gets twitchy with the straws. Because she's an addict. Remember? The camera helpfully shows a close-up of Willow's hands fiddling with the straws, because we are slack-jawed morons that cannot be trusted to pick up on background movement. Xander pooh-poohs Buffy's concerns about her new place of employment by telling her that she's "seeing demons where there's just life." Uh, yeah, Xander. Because Buffy is never, ever right when she gets a strange feeling about things, and you have never, ever wrongly dismissed her suspicions before. After being stupidly flippant, Xander decides to order some food. While Buffy is getting his Doublemeat Medley, Anya suggests getting fast food for her wedding reception, thus showing us that maybe she's not as integrated into society as we all thought. She then explains the tacky choice away by saying that time is running short for wedding preparations, and she had thought that Willow was going to conjure them some festivities, "but now that's all been blown to hell." Willow protests with, "Standing right here! Standing right exactly here." Oh, cram it, Red. Go pick up the conjure pipe. Buffy brings Xander his meal, telling him she "double-sized it." Xander takes a big bite right there at the counter. I groan and clutch my stomach. Buffy continues, "And cut way back on the cat. Just kidding. Probably." Heh.