(Willow comes wandering up to the picnic a deux, all downcast.)

RILEY: Hey, Willow.

BUFFY: Hey.

WILLOW: I interrupted. You've got apples. My miss.

(She turns to go)

RILEY: Wait. Sit. There's plenty to go around.

(She smiles softly and joins them)

BUFFY: Did something happen? Is something wrong?

WILLOW: No.. Everything's fine. Same.

BUFFY: Oh.

WILLOW: Your apples are turning brown, the way they do.

RILEY: Yeah, I guess they do that.

BUFFY: Yeah.

WILLOW: Yeah.

• Willow & Oz

written by: Tracey Forbes; Transcribed by Collie. (Paranoia@slayme.com). Full transcript at:
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