It was understandable that Buffy would have missed her, they hadn’t seen each other in… well, Anya wasn’t quite sure how much time she had spent in that hospital, but it couldn’t have been more than a week, maybe two. And while Anya could get why Buffy was excited to see her, she was very lovable after all, she hadn’t expected that
level of reaction. “Oh!”
she exclaimed in surprise, standing there awkwardly for a moment as the Slayer hugged her. “Yes… I’ve missed you too Buffy.”
She responded, giving the blonde a hesitant pat on the back. She did
miss her, perhaps not to the extreme that Buffy seemed to miss her, but she had grown quite fond of the Slayer. Inspirational speeches and all.
The death comment had Anya’s brow furrowing in confusion. “Well, that would explain why nobody has been looking for me.” She responded as-a-matter-of-factly. What was often perceived as sarcasm by many, were most times just statements or observations made by Anya. It did seem rather odd that not only had none of her friends
or Xander visited her in the hospital, but none (Buffy being the exception) were anywhere to be found. Although that last part Anya had attributed to the fact that they were all likely out searching for her. Maybe Buffy was remaining here lest she come looking for her, as she did.
Accepting the invitation, Anya stepped into the all-too-familiar house. Everything was exactly the same, although a bit less noisy… Where was everyone? “Oh, yes, the coffee thing.” She nodded in response. At first the bitter brown liquid was something Anya had avoided over the years, until her arrival at Sunnydale where she discovered adding various liquids and sweeteners could actually make the heinous drink taste quite good. And it provided much-needed energy. “It’s quiet here.” She commented, heading down the familiar path to the kitchen.
Although she had the strong feeling that Buffy was the only one here at the moment, the ex-demon couldn’t help but peek her head around every corner on her way into the room, just to check. Leaning against the kitchen counter, Anya couldn’t help but wonder what was an acceptable amount of time to ask where Xander was. She didn’t want to seem like some crazy ex-girlfriend….anymore… And she had finally grasped most of the mortal customs and pleasantries at this point, so Anya was aware that walking into someone’s house and demanding answers was considered ‘rude’. Unless it was an interrogation, then it was okay. Mortals were exhausting with all their rules and amendments.
Once the coffee was ready, Anya accepted it with a grateful “Thank you.” (She was getting much better with that, since humans expected you to verbally voice your gratitude each time something is done for you.) Still, the million questions about Xander rang through her head, so Anya knew she had to begin the pleasantries if she wanted such answers. “How has the slaying been Buffy? Hey, by the way, what happened with that whole big apocalyptic battle thing we were doing?” That was another question that was rolling around in her head. The doctor could hardly help her with answers, but she knew Buffy would know what had happened. “My mind is inexplicably fuzzy as to the outcome, but considering we are both here, I assume it went well.”