No, you're as boring as she's pretending to be, it's really annoying.

"Well, we can go crypt hunting if you like, I know the town well enough." And Cyrille can learn where you sleep, you suspicious little personality vacuum.

"That would be helpful."

"Sure. Do you want something out of the way, or nice, or...?"

He puts down the note and gazes into the distance for a moment, sharply focused on nothing at all.

Then: "On second thought - you've gone far enough out of your way for me already. Thank you."

And he looks at her directly, and -

- smiles, a transformatively radiant smile -

- and puts the smile away and walks out of the cottage.

"No problem, happy to help. Have a nice night, and welcome to Sunnydale," she calls, perfectly amiable.

"Thanks."

He walks into town. He scouts for unoccupied crypts.

For some reason there are a lot of graveyards in this town, which means a lot of crypts.

There are a number of empty ones, if he would like to choose from the available selection. Is he looking for something in particular?

How about the one he has to leap a twelve-foot fence to get to? That looks about right.

Excellent, then the crypt is now his. It's not very homey, but then, it's a crypt. It'll keep the sunlight out, anyway.

So that was interesting. Mostly it was annoying, the conversation was dull as dirt and she kind of wants to kill him now, but it was interesting too. Especially that thing at the end with the smile that seemed distinctly not in line with anything else he had been previously displaying. Some kind of uncannily good actor? That sucked at actually emoting without a part to play? Because he so very clearly sucked at actually emoting, and what actor would willingly be that? It makes some degree of sense.

Nothing else does, though. Her sister's too smart to get fooled by anything less than one really good actor, and also smart enough to manage to slip in an 'I'm in trouble help me' into a letter while still sounding perfectly innocent to anyone else. And she definitely wrote that letter. It was like, the most Yvettey letter she's ever read. So - what then? Paranoid plot of a league of terrifying actors out to get her? That seems insane, she's paranoid but she's not that paranoid. The bit about being from a thousand years in the future was - weird. All of it was weird. She's missing something, and she doesn't want to make any moves without knowing just what's going on. Even if she does kind of want to kill him.

He struck her as observant enough to notice being followed, so she doesn't follow him. Even if she really wants to figure out where he sleeps. To kill him. Whatever, it's fine. She bets she can figure out where he's staying while he's too trapped in a crypt on pain of inflammation to really notice. Should she get someone to keep an eye on him...? Hmm. Maybe. She'd need someone decent at the job, and she'd rather it not be traced back to her. She'll remain the friendly motorcyclist that gave him a ride. He obviously didn't like her, but he seemed to sort of tolerate her.

Still. Too early to really make conclusions. She thinks she'll go check out his cultist story, she has an idea of where the place he came from would be.

For the second sunset in a row, Yvette gets to wake up with her soul and snuggled. This second time's better than the first, because there's no annoying knocking and no post-magic-high hangover, but there's an awkward sensation of waking up in a strange bed in an unfamiliar place. She has a brief moment of supreme confusion, followed by a briefer moment of supreme dismay because no no she has a soul again she doesn't want to have a one-night stand -

And then of course she remembers, and feels kind of silly. She snuggles Miles for comfort. He is very comforting.

Snuggles! Sleepy snuggles!

Yes that is very soothing, excellent, the terror of briefly thinking she'd lost her soul is fading nicely now.

"Good evening," she murmurs.

"Hi."

Snuggle.

"I have to say, this is a pretty excellent way to wake up."

She smiles and kisses his nose, because that seems the thing to do. "Yeah, it is. I need to get used to it, I had a moment of confusion and came very briefly to the wrong conclusion."

"And which conclusion would that be?"

"One-night stand, I was dismayed."

He giggles and hugs her. "Oh dear."

She snuggles back, of course.

"Yep. I need to get used to having a soul again. It's a good problem to have, as problems go."

"Yes it is."

Flomp. Snuggle.

".... Okay so now I feel guilty for not flinging myself at getting my sister her soul back as soon as possible, that's great, thank you self. That's not self destructive at all, nope."

Hug.

"Time to get started?"

"Yeah." Kiss, and then she goes to retrieve the greatest tool for witches everywhere: a laptop.