I Just Want To Be Normal

"Ah s'pose Ah could," Peter said in a very, very bad cowboy accent. "Then we'd go out an' protect the cattle from th' rustlers."

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Willow? Really should not have been drinking just then.

Soda up the nose.

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Peter patted Willow on the back, trying not to laugh. "Are you going to survive?" he asked, back in his normal accent. "Should we take the soda away from you?"

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Willow handed her soda to Peter so she wouldn't spill it. She then pinched the bridge of her nose, still giggling. "Ow. Ow. Bubbles in sinuses is a totally weird feeling."

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"Don't you hate that?" Isabel asked, wrinkling her nose. "It's part tickle, part pain. But definitely weird."

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"Especially when you think they're going up into your eyeballs," Willow agreed.

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"Don't ever let it happen when you're drinking an ice cream soda laced with Tabasco. That brings it up to a whole new level of OW!" she said seriously.

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"Yeah, I can see how that would be - " Willow trailed off. "Wait, what?"

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"It's an alien thing," Isabel shrugged. "We like things with strong flavors, particularly spicy stuff. And spicy with sweet is even better. I wouldn't recommend trying it yourself though, just ask Greg."

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"I thought my tongue was going to fall off," Greg said, nodding. "I was all, 'Hey, why don't I be sweet and romantic and eat what she's eating,' and I've learned that that's really kind of a stupid idea. It's not romantic or exotic. It's kind of the opposite."

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"You should've tried tea," Willow said. "Tea makes everything better."

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"Tea's kind of ick," Greg commented, wrinking his nose.

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Peter may have been slightly aghast. Slightly may be a British understatement. "Have you ever had real tea?" he asked.

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"Um, yeah," Greg said. "Like Lipton and Nestea and stuff."

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"That's not... real tea," Peter said distastefully. "I'm tempted to go make a pot now, but the movie's playing."

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"It's okay, sweetie," Willow said, patting Peter on the leg. "Greg didn't mean to insult the tea's feelings."

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"Would you've believe I've never had a proper tea either?" Isabel sighed, "We're just deprived on this side of the Atlantic."

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Peter shook his head. "That truly is sad. I shall have to make you both tea one day soon. I'm fairly certain I couldn't manage a high tea, but a regular tea, at least, could be done."

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"I don't do drugs anyway," Greg said casually, nodding.

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"Maybe Peter could use caffiene-free?" Willow suggested.

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Isabel nodded, "Maybe on of the nice herbal blends?"

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Peter was shaking his head. "That herbal stuff isn't proper tea at all. It's just roots and weeds."

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"Hey, I can make good protective spells out of roots and weeds," Willow told him. "Mock not, or I'll start saving those for my other knights."

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"Can't you use them during the day?" Greg asked, thinking he was terribly, terribly clever.

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