Buffy took the flowers but insisted that he walk on ahead. She held the little bouquet close -- breathing in its perfume and shutting her eyes for a fraction of a moment. "You're too sweet. I might get a cavity."

It went a long, long way towards soothing the ruffled feathers over what Jilly had told her back at the house. Window-entering. She knew she shouldn't care as much as she did but dammit she cared.