Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

The return of Angel's child, now grown-up and furious, had made for a complicated few months in Los Angeles. Personally, Wesley didn't know how Buffy dealt with this sort of thing. (Not the return of kidnapped children -- just general supernatural team management.) That was part of why he'd thought he'd go ahead and give Willow a call -- to see what was going on with the Scooby gang and verify that they weren't dealing with the same sort of madness that Wesley's team was.

"...so the town's a crater, but it's fine, we're dealing," Willow finished, while some static on the other end of the line let Wesley know that she had probably abandoned some other task in order to take this call. "Not now, Ken," he could vaguely hear her saying, making Wes smile. "What's going on over there?"

Wesley cleared his throat. "Well, the gist of it is that the entire world was briefly enslaved by the child of Cordelia and Angel's son," he explained, earning a nonchalant hum of understanding from Willow on the other end. "We took care of it, naturally. And tomorrow we've all been invited to take a tour of a new office space. Well. Not a space per se, it's more of a... company that wants to hire us. I don't think it's going to pan out, but..."

"Oh, yeah?" Willow said. "What company?"

Wes winced. "Erm, Wolfram and Hart?"

"What?" Willow sputtered.

"Right, that one," Wesley said. 'It's most likely a prank of some kind. I don't think we're really seriously considering it..."

"Right, you shouldn't," Willow agreed emphatically. "They're evil."

"I've heard," Wesley promised her mock-solemnly. "So... that's about it on our end, I'd say. How's Dawn?"

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