Jacián!" She yells again, and then she says something in Spanish. A moment later he comes down the hallway. "I'm going to tell Grandfather you said that," he says. "What do you want?

Janie. Does not like. To be called. Buffy.

It's the intent, not the word, that makes something harsh.

And then they kiss. Slowly, gently. Because with the right person, sometimes kissing feels like healing.

So, ah, I'm not sure if you know this, but you're not wearing a shirt." "Distracting, isn't it?

With practice, you will master your own dreams.

Just stand. Bend. Balance.