Danny's question made Buffy's gut twist and there was a knife stab in her chest. She hated outright lying to him. Through everything she tried to keep a small measure of the truth in her lies. There was no way to directly answer his question and not have it be an outright lie. The school she taught at didn't care if she was certified to teach. She was damn good and the boys liked taking classes from her. They were happy.

"Just call me Ms. Summers," Buffy half smiled at him. "No spending the night away from you for a long time." She shifted, wiggling a little closer.

"So tell me about visiting your parents and are the left overs for me 'cause I snuck a peek at them but I didn't want to scarf them down without talking to you first."