Well, there's hardly as much danger as usual this time, either. There's no magic kissing happening, and they both seem to be in fine enough moods. And besides, Molotov has come to terms lately with a lot things, most importantly that the longest-lasting residents needed to probably be getting along better. And, for better or worse, than included both herself and Spike.

"No," she says, looking over her shoulder at him, rumpled and silly looking as ever. "Just... could not sleep. You? Too much sleep?"