[ Xander's been looking all over, of course, trying to find his people. So far his luck has been crummy, barring present company, and as far as he's concerned, whatever's going on here isn't good. No one gets transplanted to Maine and finds themselves happy about it. He would know. He's practically and expert in weird, talking now to a peer in the weirdness academia. ]
No, I'm not okay. Have you seen this place? It's like "quaint" had a baby with June Cleaver.
[ As if to illustrate, he reaches out and pulls a doll from the shelf. It's smiling face and sleepy eyes aren't anything unusual, but Xander shudders at his shows it off to Buffy. ]
This is definitely housing the soul of some demon. One hundred percent.
[ Clearly Xander's having nothing of it and he shoves the doll back on to the shelf and crosses his arms tightly like the doll might reach out and grab him. ]
Mirror, Mirror
[ Xander's been looking all over, of course, trying to find his people. So far his luck has been crummy, barring present company, and as far as he's concerned, whatever's going on here isn't good. No one gets transplanted to Maine and finds themselves happy about it. He would know. He's practically and expert in weird, talking now to a peer in the weirdness academia. ]
No, I'm not okay. Have you seen this place? It's like "quaint" had a baby with June Cleaver.
[ As if to illustrate, he reaches out and pulls a doll from the shelf. It's smiling face and sleepy eyes aren't anything unusual, but Xander shudders at his shows it off to Buffy. ]
This is definitely housing the soul of some demon. One hundred percent.
[ Clearly Xander's having nothing of it and he shoves the doll back on to the shelf and crosses his arms tightly like the doll might reach out and grab him. ]