"Mmm, talk about room with a view," Lorne commented, as the group stood in Angel's apartment at one of the windows, looking over the city.
"Wow, is that the hotel?" Fred asked, pointing.
"Where?" Wesley asked, then followed her eyeline. "No, I think that's the Centre for Scientology."
"Oh right. They look nothing alike at all," Fred replied, blushing slightly.
"I was starting to think we'd never see the inside of this place," Gunn spoke up.
"I'm sorry," Angel replied. "I probably should've had you guys over sooner, but I'm trying to get used to the place myself. And it's been... awhile."
Lorne turned around and his eyes fell on the bar in Angel's apartment. "Look. At. This. I'm home! Cosmo's all around?"
"Sounds good!" Fred exclaimed.
"Quite luxurious," Wesley commented.
"Yeah, it's not bad," Angel shrugged.
"Don't mean to talk shop, but Crane's Bistro of the Bizarre?" Gunn asked.
"Out of business. Permanently," Angel replied.
"What if I have a craving for Sasquatch Soup?" Wesley joked.
"Is that something you English eat with your beans on toast?" Gunn grinned.
"Mmm, you guys are making me hungry. Who wants Chinese?" Fred asked.
"Long as nothin' comes tar-tar, I'm in," Gunn answered.
Fred handed Wesley the menu, but he shook his head.
"Oh, I'm too tired to make any decisions," Wesley said.
"Just order the usual, Fredikins," Lorne told her.
"I'm buying," Angel spoke up.
"Ladies and gentlemen, hell just froze over," Lorne announced.
"So," Gunn said to Angel. "Werewolf girl. Think you got a shot?"
"She gave me a look," Angel said.
"Really?" Wesley asked, looking interested. "A look?"
Fred sat down, cradling the phone against her shoulder and her ear. "We moved, actually, to a law firm. Uh-huh. Different. No, nice. Ok, um... one mu shu chicken, two beef and broccolis, one cashew shrimp... um maybe some lettuce wraps..."