“Tinsel gremlins? Really?”
“A well documented phenomenon,” Giles nodded solemnly.
Jenny put her hands on her hips and stared at him. “You’re messing with, aren’t you? You’re absolutely messing with me.”
A grin edged onto Giles’ face. “It was the cursed baubles that tipped you off, wasn’t it? I knew that was pushing it.”
“Buffy’s gonna kick your ass for this, she’s been freaking out all day about tiny demons nesting in the stockings she hung up at home. You know, if you didn’t want us to decorate the library, you could have just said.”
“And spoil your fun? Never.”