||[Sep. 30th, 2003|01:04 pm]
it's like riding a biker
"No, no-- don't stop, although I might advise that you put the knife down if you're going to continue."|
Faith looked down at her hand and up and Wesley and laughed. She turned back to the counter, and the raw meat. "Right then. I'm cooking and you're talking. So talk."
"Well, when I was 17, I was quite certain that I wanted to be nothing but a tomb-raider in Egypt, and my father was quite certain that I was going to be nothing but a Watcher. So one night I climbed down the tree outside my bathroom window ..."