"I'm great, bloody marvellous. Couldn't be better." Spike moved over to a nearby bench and dropped down, too tired to stand around. He looked up at Nicolas instead with a half arsed smile, which was more effort than he'd put into anything else today. So monsters and vampires were real, his maybe-sister was a slayer and he nearly died, at least Nicolas was finally talking to him. Sure they'd hung around each other before but they'd never had anything close to a proper conversation.

He found all he could talk to Nicolas about was music or to ask for a smoke. And now he was getting gifts? That was pretty good progress.

"Go on then, may as well show me what it is."