Buffy related things technically belong to Joss. So sad, so sad.

Angel couldn't seem to shake the smirk-ish smile that wanted to take over his face as he walked across the street and up the drive of the Summers' home. He got up on the porch and knocked on the door, steadying the dish in his hands.

It was a few moments later when the door opened, the young blonde appearing on the other side of the screen.

Her eyes widened as she looked at him.

"Summers," he greeted after another moment passed. She seemed rendered a bit speechless by seeing him.

He liked that.

"What are you doing here?" she finally asked.

Angel held up the dish in his hands. "Returning this."

She was about to say something when another voice was heard.

"Buffy? Who's at the door?" Joyce called, walking closer.

Angel tilted his head. "Buffy huh?" he asked with a smirk.

She glared.

Before she could say anything though, Joyce had come to the door as well. "Well, hello neighbor," the older woman greeted.

"Missus Summers," Angel said with a nod. "I was going through my things and noticed I still had this from when you came over. I thought I'd return it. Also return the favor... I hope you like spaghetti."

Joyce smiled, opening the screen for him and taking the meal from him. "How very sweet of you!" she gushed. "Why don't you come on it?"

Angel's smile grew wider as Buffy paled. "Don't mind if I do. Thank you."

Buffy sent him another playful glare as he stepped inside, moving past her. "You win this time," she whispered.