[ and buffy does what any self-respecting someone probably shouldn't do when being informed that someone was seeing them in a state of undress. she froze. the shirt was still only about half-hauled onto her body when she shuffled instinctively backwards, like trying to anticipate just how wide the journal's angle must have been. there came the sound of a slight slayer suddenly slamming clumsily into something. and a soft oath.

and a sigh. there's no way in hell he could see her. surely. ]

Just for that? You're getting your very first waffle-making lesson. Consider it a down-payment on you owing me for once.