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[saturates_space]

[There's the sound of a low chuckle on the audio over the network as Jericho bends down to cup a pile of sand in his palm and watch the grains slowly sift through his fingers. He's out walking, admiring with some amusement both the sand itself and all the complaints over it around him and on the network.]

Were I the nostalgic sort, any home-sickness I felt would be cured at the moment. [He might be lying about being immune to the occasional bit of nostalgia. Feel free to talk to him or catch him wandering about town in the best mood he's been in since arriving in the City.]

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[whattingawhat]

[Buffy is out and about. The sand thing isn't bothering her too much yet. She grew up in California so it reminds her a little of summers spent at the beach. She sees Jericho coming and heads toward him.]

You look happy. Do I want to know why or is ignorance bliss?

[saturates_space]

[He can smell her before he sees her, which is not at all creepy from his perspective. It just is. He stands up to his full height and moves in her direction as she walks toward him.]

I cannot tell you if you want to know why or not. But I do know, that humans are easily aggravated over a few grains of sand here and there.

[whattingawhat]

[Buffy shrugs a little at the charge.]

It's kind of like perma day at the beach. At least until the coffee turns into sand.

[saturates_space]

And you enjoy the beach?

[whattingawhat]

I love the beach. I used to spend practically my whole summer there.

[saturates_space]

Yes, the beach does seem as if it would fit you well, half grit and half smooth... sand and water.

[whattingawhat]

You think I'm like the beach? [She hesitates a minute.]

I'm going to take that as a compliment whether it is one or not.

[saturates_space]

Why would it not be a compliment, I wonder.

[whattingawhat]

Some people hate sand?

[saturates_space]

Some people hate all things, more the pity for them, Ms. Summers.

[whattingawhat]

True because who wants to go through life being a cranky pants.

[saturates_space]

It's best to be selective over what makes one cranky or not.

[whattingawhat]

So what's got you so happy today?

[saturates_space]

Well, Ms. Summers. I suppose the feeling home would make most happy. It's been centuries multiplied since I have seen anything close to a desert.

[whattingawhat]

[Buffy bends at the knees and scoops a handful of sand up, letting it sift through her fingers.]

I went on a mind walk in the desert once. So home is a desert. I guess you really hate the winter.