Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You guys wanna take it slow?

Just because I can't do magics to you doesn't mean I can't do them on myself.

And now... Willow's a junkie.

- It's not you. - Still, I feel responsible.

Since your pad is decked out gladiator-style,

No one is getting killed. Sit down.

You have to remember you're still Willow.

I guess you two finally have something in common.

I don't wanna hurt you.

We've gotta hide you until we get the all clear from Buffy.

- I'm not. - This wouldn't be happening but for you.

- And I hate losing. - I get that.

- Not everything. - What is it?

- Buffy can handle her. - Are you sure?

I can help you stop.

Then show me what you got, and I'll show you what a slayer really is.

Great. Babylonian. Thanks a bushel.

But, Willow, if you let loose with the magics, it'll never end.

Dude, move, like, a foot to your left.

This world? Buffy, it's me.

You think you can just do that to me?

Willow, just stop for a second and listen to...

Buffy, I gotta tell ya, I get it now.

Look at you now. So... growed-up.

Which means no protection spell.

- You miss her? - Yes.

Kinda hurts my tongue.

We're her friends, Anya. Her family. She would never hurt us.