[ the older slayer sets up an assembly line of sandwichery. four slices, laid out. slathered in butter. mayo. extra helpings of nearly every ingredient; buffy recognizes a slayer's appetite and knows how to provide for it. ]

We do things straight up Russian, here. Filthy, filthy Communists. Or that's how it's meant to be. It's not how it always works out. There's a kind of currency, sure. It's just not in bills or little pieces of metal.