21/8/10

whattingawhat: (Not Impressed)
[Buffy is sitting glumly at the kitchen table. She has several glasses with solid ice in them sitting in front of her. She is currently working on simply frosting another glass]

Seriously? I traded slayer me for a teenage super heroes powers? Oh yay. Now if the world ends I can make...ice cubes. I'll be pleasantly cool and refreshed?

Curse. Right? This is a curse and midnight I'll be more slayer me and less...Icewoman?

[And her voice drops to a mutter]

I can't even -make- ice from nothing. I have to have water first


Anyone in serious need of an ice rink?

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