LORNE: (passing a bowl of mashed potatoes) Here you go, darling.

FRED: Thank you!

GUNN: You're gonna eat all that?

FRED: 'til I'm fat and happy!

LORNE: Hmm, these look good, too.

CORDELIA: How about that stuffing?

CONNOR: What are those?

CORDELIA: Sweet Potatoes.

LORNE: Oh, pass those over here, doll.

CONNOR: Are they good?

CORDELIA: Try 'em.

LORNE: Back in Pylea they used to call me 'sweet potato'.

CONNOR: Hmm, really?

LORNE: Yeah, well, the exact translation was 'fragrant tuber' but...

(laughter)

CORDELIA: (to Angel) You're not hungry?

ANGEL: No! I'm starving. I just... I wanna freeze this moment. You... Connor... all of us. Safe. And happy. And together. Considering what we went through over the summer...

WESLEY: (toasting) To family.

ANGEL: To family.

LORNE: As long as it's not mine!

(Everyone laughs and clinks glasses. Cordy picks up a water pitcher and holds it over Angel's glass.)

CORDELIA: You can't toast with an empty glass.

ANGEL: It's not bad luck, is it?

CORDELIA: Angel, relax. It's over. Things are back the way they should be and nothing is ever gonna break us apart again. And if anything tries I'm gonna have to go all glowy and personally kick its ass.

ANGEL: I like it when you glow.

CORDELIA: Well, play your cards right...

CONNOR: (teasing) Do I have to watch this part?

ANGEL: (ruffling his hair) I could poke your eyes out.

CONNOR: Come on, dad! It'll stick up like yours.

ANGEL: You should be so lucky. Let's eat!

FRED: Rolls?

GUNN: Hmm. Those look good.

CORDELIA: Careful, those are hot.

(Everyone starts eating, passing more food around, but somehow nothing ever comes within Angel's reach.)

GUNN: Yeah! Now we're talking.

CONNOR: I like this stuff.

CORDELIA: I thought you would.

ANGEL: Can I get the, ah...

WESLEY: Delicious.

FRED: Pass the carrots please.

CORDELIA: Smells *so* good.

GUNN: (to Fred) Hey, get your hands out of my plate!

LORNE: Can I have the rolls?

WESLEY: Pass the salt please.

FRED: Kill me now before my stomach explodes.

CORDELIA: Hey, try the gravy.

LORNE: Yeah, look, it comes in a little boat.

ANGEL: Could I get that...

(Angel grabs a platter as it is passed in front of him and sets it down on his plate, but when he looks down at it all that remains on it are some juices.)

ANGEL: Cordy, what...

(Angel moves his hand and knocks his water-filled wineglass to the floor, where it shatters.)

CORDELIA: Now look what you've done silly.

(The warm, festive light is suddenly replaced with a bluish watery glow as Angel stares down to find his feet ankle deep in water. Angel's skin has turned pasty white and cracks have appeared on his cheeks, chin and forehead.)

CONNOR: Freeze the moment, dad. It'll last forever.

(The camera pulls back to show the table stripped of food and deserted. Angel's eyes snap open. He is lying in his coffin at the bottom of the ocean.)

• Angel & Connor
• Prophetic/Mystical/Hallucinary Dreams

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