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"Faith, you're too old for this," Wesley said. He was wearing brown leather, but he claimed that it had nothing to do with the occasion.
Faith grinned at him, not entirely benevolently, and stretched, making sure he could see each curve beneath the red satin and black lace. "Just because the Watchers' Council thinks that Slayers expire at eighteen doesn't mean I can't have some Halloween fun."
"You certainly don't need an escort," he said, although he had to know he had lost this battle.
"C'mon, Wes," she said. "A little candy is good for you. Like taking a vitamin."