QUEEN B:

        Buffy grinned right back at her, she couldn’t help it. Cordelia’s smile was infectious. “There’s little higher praise from Cordelia Chase.” She said, “Plus you know, I totally just think to myself, what would Cordy do? Or in some instances what would Martha do? But that’s usually just if I have the hot glue gun out.”

    “I just hope you don’t ask yourself both at the same time,” Cordelia comments, nose wrinkling at the prospect. Once the last of the twinkling string of lights settles in between prickly evergreens, she twirls back around to face the blonde, expression smoothing out once more as hazel meets familiar green. “Because the last thing I want is to be compared by my girlfriend to the woman who’s really only known for totally unhealthy food AND stock exchange fraud.”