"Vamp in charge here," argued Spike. "I'll order." Because if pizza mattered, then something mattered, even when...
"I have a concussion," said Anya, "and I'm bruised in many uncomfortable places. I should get to choose."
"I'm the one taking care of you lot," said Spike. While the others grieved by killing things. "It's babysitter's prerogative."
"You don't even need to eat."
"Technicality," said Spike. "Besides, I've got seniority. Barbeque."
"I'm over eleven hundred years old. Sicilian chicken."
"I'm as old as the world," whispered Dawn from the couch. They were the first words she'd spoken since breakfast.
They had pepperoni.