"See what I see," she invites. So he does.
A middle-aged bloke in glasses and a wealth of scrolls. "Something old," Drusilla murmurs.
Stir. A pert blonde with apple cheeks. "Something new."
Stir. A mussed-up lad on a skateboard. "Some-heart borrowed."
Stir. A mouse of a redheaded girl. Afraid of her shadow. "And something blue!" Dru laughs and laughs.
Spike laughs too, though he doesn't get it.
In another few years, he will.