"So we're thinking it didn't go too well," admits Willow to a very distressed-looking Giles in the living room. Spike wants to know why they even tried to record "the ultimate evil." Willow was interested to see if it would give anything away. She doesn't say it, but I'd like to believe that she was checking up on Andrew too. It would be the only smart thing someone has done on this show in months. Spike is jealous that he's not the First's favorite man-bitch anymore, but Andrew tells him that The First said that it "wasn't time" for Spike yet. Giles looks very troubled by this news. Andrew whines that he's had a vewy bad day being haunted by the ultimate evil and getting the tape from the mic ripped off his tummy. Dawn tries to comfort him by complimenting him on standing up to The First. "Thank you," says a mollified Andrew. "You're a peach." I almost liked him there for a second, despite that being a very strange line. Or maybe because of it. Giles is still ticked off, and thinks they ought to be spending their time marshalling their defenses instead of "going out on dates." Poor Giles. The stress of not being able to be with Anya publicly on Valentine's Day is really taking a toll on him. It's not like him to be jealous of other people enjoying themselves. He must really love her. It's just tearing him up inside. In fact, he's so upset that he orders Willow to call Buffy to come home immediately. Spike offers to go fetch her, but Willow says that she'll call.