[Willow wouldn't have thought anything of him bringing his sickle with him-- in her mind, it was crazy to go anywhere unarmed if you had a weapon you knew how to use. Never sure what was going to happen. But she doesn't say anything, just feels a shiver of nostalgia at that Red. When was the last time she saw Spike? The scary part is, she doesn't know.]

There are no crabs, I promise, [she says promptly, backing up to give him space before turning for the stairs.] I thought we could head to the library? I need to return some books, and I wanted to get the next in my series of exceedingly long-winded treatises on magical theory.

Also it helps prevent the, um, aforementioned pan-rotting. Not that I don't like everyone, [she goes on quickly, her nervousness making her sentences get longer and longer,] I'm just... getting used to everything.