andrew:where the hell have you been?this funnel cake is kicking my ass.
wood:yeah,i hear they're tricky.
buffy:robin wood,this is...andrew.
wood:it's a pleasure.
buffy:andrew is our"”actually,he's our hostage.
andrew:i like to think of myself more as a "guestage."
wood:<to buffy>so, you"”you hold him here against his will?
buffy:well,he was evil,and people got killed,and now he...bakes. it's a thing.
wood:oh.
andrew:could we try to just keep our secret headquarters a little bit secret?keep bringing people in, they're gonna see everything.they'll see the big board.
buffy:andrew, we don't have a big board.
andrew:i, uh, made it myself.
wood:oh, I wouldn't have guessed.
andrew:<pointing to the board> Uh, this is us. And this represents the First in various incarnations. And, uh, there's no pattern to the naked eye yet, but the instant one emerges, yours truly is on it. Where do we put our receipts?