Don't Be a Brat, Slinky. That's My Profession.

Right, so Kennedy was pretty sure patrolling was going to be firmly on the list of Things She Wouldn't Get To Do over the weekend with Constance in town-- a circumstance which, she'd noticed, had Tara a little nervous. She wasn't nervous about it herself, being far more amused at the prospect of Constance's reactions to a whole bunch of things about Fandom; it was just that the idea of having to behave herself for an entire weekend had her kind of antsy.

...clearly, going out on patrol tonight was the Best Way Ever to go all two-birds-one-stone about this. Three birds. Figurative birds. Something. It was a small group patrol, as it turned out, but hey, the more the merrier and all, right?

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "for an exercise where pretty much nothing ever actually happens, this is really kind of fun."

She just wasn't going to bring up the embarrassing incident with running into Buffy out here last homecoming. Because nobody needed to know about her jumping and yelling like a scared rabbit.

[[for them what is there with her, and then them what knows who they is, and let's say this is after radio. up early for sp and because i can.]]