of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be
a merrier world.
J. R. R. Tolkien (1892 - 1973)
Sydney, Dixon, and the entire Scooby gang, were sitting at the dining room table at Buffy's house, enjoying a home cooked dinner with Joyce.
Sydney said, "In my line of work I don't get many home cooked meals, especially when it's this good, and in such good company. I'm sorry we have to head back to LA tonight."
Dixon added, "This is every bit as good as my wife's cooking, and that's not something I say lightly."
"So were the hell is Harmony?" Spike angrily inquired.
"Don't know boss," said one of the minions, "last I saw she had grabbed that red cell phone from the melee upstairs, and took off with that box. We haven't seen her since."
"Well hell, good riddance. I hope she's happy with her money. I think it's time to get some sleep, now that I know she won't be bothering me any more."The End