Title: Ahem… Mitt Please, A Comic Relief
Author: Poison
Series: The Comic Relief Fund, a collection of fics that all have the words "Comic Relief" in the title though no two fics in the Fund are alike (except ones in response to Calia and Katie)
Disclaimer: all hail Joss, creator of all thing BtVS and Ats
Summery: a short 100 word drabble
Note: the continuation of this will be 200 words
Note 2: much fine tuning to make it 100
Dedication: to the all powerful ListMum and her request for more mitt

"What the bloody hell?" Spike demanded, looking inside the box in disgust.

"What, you expected something more elaborate?"

"Xander, that’s harsh," Dawn said, glancing up at him from behind Spike’s shoulder.

"All he does is cook and I don’t have the stuff at home to handle the hot trays coming out of the oven. His complaining is driving me nuts."

"So… what is it?" Buffy asked, leaning towards miffed.

"Left hand to a set of mitts," Spike muttered thoughtfully. A smirk touched his lips and he shared a look with Andrew who quickly left the room feigning a cough attack.