Well. Hmm. This was neither of the two time-spending options she had kept in mind for the evening. One had definitely involved giving the pirate some well-won downtime after a day of playing guard. The other had very little to do with downtime at all and even less to do with entrepreneurial treasure hunts. And yet, she wasn't upset. She did not feel like she was missing out on a thing and if Jack Sparrow felt himself capable enough to hunt for treasure then treasure-hunt they would.

After all, there had been a few perilous uses of the dating label of late and while she was hard-pressed to think of any situation where treasure-hunting should count, she would also be hard-pressed to think of anything more fitting. Or more viable. It wasn't as though the village had much in the way of destination-dating. Bar. Restaurant. Beach. Rinse. Repeat.

In the end, Buffy found she was simply content to be dragged along on this adventure with him -- particularly if it meant keeping him out of enemy-shaped harm's way for the time being.

"...I should never have made you watch that movie," she griped. Good-naturedly. Displaying her contentedness through mock-discontent.