"Yeah." He shrugs. "Oh, well, maybe I can find a nice homey crypt before sunrise."

"There should be plenty of vacated ones, considering. I'm wired, do you want me to help you look?"

"Sure, why not."

"Bye, Giles, thank you for not being evil." And out of the hotel they go. Bella drives to a likely graveyard.

"I'd heard Sunnydale had an unusually large number of graveyards even accounting for the absurd mortality rate, but actually observing the phenomenon with my own eyes is something else entirely," he remarks.

"Yeah, it's really something, isn't it? I've mostly controlled the vampire population but there are still a lot of deaths from other kinds of demon."

"Such an unfriendly planet we live on."

"It sucks."

Giggle.

"No pun intended."

"But it was such a charming pun."

"Not all of my charm is deliberately calculated!"

"I suppose if it were that might be less charming."

"Probably. I was being pretty deliberate about it early on."

"And yet, it still worked."

"For which I am very grateful."

"Your Watcher seemed surprisingly disinclined to sneak up behind me with a stake," he mentions.

"Well, you didn't kill the Slayer while you had her helpless, so perhaps he believes in the friendliness of your shenaniganhood."

"Your father's reaction when I used the phrase was hilarious."

"I tried to go for 'inimitably Bella phrasing, unlikely to have been produced under duress' and I nailed it!"

"Well done."

"Anyway, I killed a bunch of vampires in that mausoleum the other month, and it looked fairly habitable as these things go and may still be empty. Let's check it out."

It has the finest collected-from-the-side-of-the-road random assembly of furniture, questionable stacks of magazines, and only a few months' worth of arthropod infestation!

"It'll do," he judges. "Thanks for the lift."