"I've lost it."
"What? A bet? The remote control? Breakfast? Your virginity?"
Spike glared up from where he had been groping under the couch. Several notebooks and a coffee cup had been lurking under there, but not the missing item.
Dawn tried again. "If I don't know what you're looking for I can't help."
"My lighter."
Dawn fished Spike's Zippo out her pocket. "See what asking gets you." Grinning, she ran for the stairs, Spike hot on her heels.


