And maybe she can't decode all the smile is but, Buffy can at least figure one of those out; fond. Or maybe it's the one she goes with. "Your point being...?" She prompts, rearranging their arms down between them, keeping her fingers laced with his. "Because if that's you giving up on finding me something, you only listed two categories, buster. Ring and necklace. There's still bracelet, earrings and anklet." More than anything it's another tease. Not only does she not expect anything, but also, she already has plenty of jewelry. But the pieces he's given her are what she cherishes the most. Still. If he needed ideas for down the road, well. He can't say she never helped give him any.
She knows her experience doesn't compare to his ─ something she does her best to ignore every time her insecurities kick up, when they're together ─ but she's no blushing virgin, either. The summer has been spent not only shopping but learning a thing or two thanks to twentieth century technology and information at her fingertips. Lifting her head from against Angel's shoulder, Buffy tilts her chin up to look at him. Except there isn't a question on her face as if she doesn't understand. What he's met with, should he look at her, is a glint in her eyes, like she's taken it as a personal challenge to prove to him there is. "It's a good thing I said almost perfect, huh." She smirks.
"I like shopping in general. LA has more options than Sunnydale, though." A sad fact, even with a mall, Sunnydale's clothing stores aren't anything compared to LA. She could spend half as much time in stores there, and walk away with double of that than she'd manage here. "And good guess." Is he wrong? Is he right? She's not telling him (he's right). Not with words. And not yet. There's a plan in her head that she's had for weeks. Come Hell or high water, she has every intention on seeing it through just like she imagined. "You're gonna have to wait until we get back to your place to find out." She hums, amused. "Keep guessing though. I wanna hear what else you think I might have in store for you." She adds boldly, the tip of her tongue skimming over her lips deliberately slow as she watches his reaction. What can she say, she likes playing with fire. And because maybe she wants some ideas of what else she could gift him, too.
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She knows her experience doesn't compare to his ─ something she does her best to ignore every time her insecurities kick up, when they're together ─ but she's no blushing virgin, either. The summer has been spent not only shopping but learning a thing or two thanks to twentieth century technology and information at her fingertips. Lifting her head from against Angel's shoulder, Buffy tilts her chin up to look at him. Except there isn't a question on her face as if she doesn't understand. What he's met with, should he look at her, is a glint in her eyes, like she's taken it as a personal challenge to prove to him there is. "It's a good thing I said almost perfect, huh." She smirks.
"I like shopping in general. LA has more options than Sunnydale, though." A sad fact, even with a mall, Sunnydale's clothing stores aren't anything compared to LA. She could spend half as much time in stores there, and walk away with double of that than she'd manage here. "And good guess." Is he wrong? Is he right? She's not telling him (he's right). Not with words. And not yet. There's a plan in her head that she's had for weeks. Come Hell or high water, she has every intention on seeing it through just like she imagined. "You're gonna have to wait until we get back to your place to find out." She hums, amused. "Keep guessing though. I wanna hear what else you think I might have in store for you." She adds boldly, the tip of her tongue skimming over her lips deliberately slow as she watches his reaction. What can she say, she likes playing with fire. And because maybe she wants some ideas of what else she could gift him, too.