Spike picked up the remote as Xander sat down, snacks in hand. "Ready?"

"Just a sec." Xander took a sip of soda and cleared his throat.

"All right?"

"Hold on." Xander cleared his throat again.

"You don't have to do this every time, you know."

Xander just glared at him. "You'd think someone as old as you would have respect for tradition." He took another sip. "Okay."

Spike pressed play, settled back, and waited for the inevitable.

"A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...,'" Xander read in a booming voice as the words scrolled up the screen.

~end~