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Happy Birthday
by Molossus
"Happy Birthday, Watcher." Spike plopped down a paper sack.
Giles' suspicion became delight when he peered inside and saw a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Label Scotch Whiskey.
"I don't suppose there is any chance you got this by gainful means?"
"I'm shocked, Rupert. Didn't your mother teach you it was rude asking where a gift came from?"
"Well, yes, she did actually. What's this all about, Spike?"
"Thought it was time for hatchet burying. Didn't think you'd make the first move... so..."
Giles had the grace to look abashed. "Can I offer you a drink."
"Thought you'd never ask."