I do not have puppet cancer!

“Angel? Are you here?” She asked, looking around. “Wesley said he’d be in his office….” she mumbled to herself, walking into the office.

"Go away!" he calls out from his hiding place in a pathetic and nearing desperate tone - somehow made cute by the very spell which vexed him so, "I'm... I'm not here!"

// Lilah and Lindsey are highly amused that Angel is a pint sized puppet lol

// Lilah and Lindsey are highly amused that Angel is a pint sized puppet lol

"That’s right, kiddo." Angel nodded. "You be careful up there. Don’t hurt yourself. Don’t stand up all the way. You’ll lose your balance." 

"How long’s a lil’l whiles? Mummy says it means lotta things. Da says it means ‘m not allowed ta ask ‘gain fer the night." Jacob canted his head a little. "Not gonna fall, ‘m holdin’ on see?" He leaned back a little from the desk, holding on to the draw which slid out a little bit. "How’re you standin’ up? My toys can’ do that.”

"I’m fine. I’m excited to be helping you. I heard so much about you," she told him. "The data I have on you isn’t comprehensive or anything. So I only know what the Real Buffy told me."