Work Text:
“I’m bored,” Spike groused. “Let’s have a chat, eh?” he asked hopefully.
Giles removed his glasses. “Spike, what would we find to talk about? Please, now -- I have some important reading to do.” He gestured to the table. “There are some nice puzzle collections. How about a crossword?”
Spike rolled his eyes but picked up the nearest book.
The quiet lasted exactly ten seconds. “Hey, Rupes – what’s another word for 'work'? Five letters.”
Giles sighed. “'Labor'.”
“Hello? L-A-B-O-U-R. I said five letters, not six.”
“'Labor' is five letters here.”
“You’re joking. Bloody colonials.”
The conversation that followed filled the afternoon.