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Buffy slid into the booth opposite Anya and grabbed a french fry. Chewing it, she looked at the other girl and shook her head. "Nothing."

"Damn," Anya said. "That makes strike two."

"Another evening of Willow looking at Spike when he wasn't watching and of Spike watching her when she was looking the other way. They did speak in passing. He called out that there was a vampire and she said thanks after staking it," Buffy said. "And damn it, all of Sunnydale could be lit from the sparks between them both. Those heated gazes and lingering looks. They're idiots."

"He took care of her for days when she was sick," Anya pointed out. "Now, he acts like she doesn't exist. I will never understand you mortals."

"You're one of us now, toots," Buffy said with a smile as she ordered her food. "Well, taking them both to the Bronze didn't work and last night proved that patrol was a bust. I don't know what else we can do."

"Why can't they just admit to their feelings?" Anya asked, taking a sip of soda. "It isn't that difficult."

"They're both too stubborn and too scared to bother being honest," Buffy said.

"Why?" Anya demanded.

"Think about it. Oz cheated on her then almost killed her. Not to mention Tara leaving her just a few months ago. Willow is still pretty vulnerable right now. And Spike? Don't even get me started on the fiasco that was him and Drusilla. That is definitely not a solid relationship for him to be using in comparison," Buffy said.

"So they had fucked up relationships in the past. I don't understand why they wouldn't want to move on to something better," Anya shook her head. "If I still had my powers, I could just snap my fingers and they'd be mating."

"If you still had your powers, you wouldn't have been able to do anything unless Willow was scorned. Plus, you never would have met any of us in the first place," Buffy pointed out.

"Details, details," Anya scoffed as she smiled.

"So, what do we do next?" Buffy asked, biting into her hamburger as it was placed in front of her.

"I'm thinking," Anya said.

"Maybe we should just give it up," Buffy said with a sigh. "Let them figure it out on their own. Of course, with the rate they're going, that won't be until I have grandchildren."

"We are not giving up," Anya said. "Not until they're mating like crazed weasels, that is."

"All right," Buffy said laughing. "How exactly are we going to accomplish this?"

"I have an idea," Anya smiled slowly. "It could work. Would have to be better than simply bringing them to the Bronze or on patrol. They can ignore their attraction when surrounded by everything else."

"I've noticed that," Buffy said dryly. "They just ignore each other. So," she smiled, "you have a plan?"

"It is sort of underhanded and would require some lying," Anya said. "Well, not lying exactly. Just a bit of innocent looks and such. Think you could handle that, slayer?"

"For Willow?" Buffy nodded, "not a problem, demon girl."

"Ex-demon girl," Anya said, rolling her eyes. She leaned forward, a flash of mischief in her eyes, "You in?"

"Yeah, I'm in," Buffy said. "Give me details."