[Buffy must have some sort of built-in brooding radar, because her eye lock onto Cloud as she walks by. Oh, the brood was strong with this one. She stops, and shades her eyes and watches for a moment. With a shrug, she decides to kick up one of those things called a conversation. After all, she was a pro at handling broodiness. At least, she thought she was.]

Now, a hammock. That's a fantabulous idea. I should look into getting one of those. From the of it it, it'd be the peachy-keeniest place to sit and get the serious thinking done. You have serious thinking face all over your...well, face.