September 4, 2002

Xander pushed the gift-wrapped box away.

"Buffy, its not my birthday."

The Slayer shook her head.

"Xander, I think I know my own brother's birthday. C'mon, we haven't always had a chance to celebrate it. First year here, I came in after the 4th. Second year, vacay with Daddy. Third year, Buffy the Fugitive. Sixth year, Buffy the dead. I wanna give you a nice gift."

Xander looked at her.

"Then give it to me in February."

Buffy finally called in the last authority on this subject, namely Joyce.

"Mom? Please tell Xander when his birthday is."

Buffy's folded-arm grin soon faded before Joyce's own.

"Dear? Are you really asking me when your twin brother was born?"

Looking and feeling very foolish, Buffy pushed the package back to Xander.

"Killer job on finishing that new high school!"