BFF

"Happy Birthday!" Willow and Tara exclaimed when he opened the door. The duo proudly displayed a big box of his favorite donuts and both held gift wrapped packages.

Xander smiled and shelved getting angry. But he did give a snide, "Little early isnt it?"

Willow rushed into his apartment and a bashful Tara followed.

Xander sighed, he looked at Willow accusingly, "How much coffee have you had?"

"Not that much." Willow shook her head. Tara, behind Willow and out of her line of sight held up three fingers.

"Uh huh." Xander deadpanned.

The duo looked around and both gave the closed treasure chest on the coffee table a long look as they set their presents and the donuts down next to it. Careful to not disturb the chest or Xander's morning coffee and danish.

"Ahn's Birthday present." Xander answered the unasked question.

"Oh." They chorused. Tara looked around, "And where is Anya?"

Willow at the same time asked "What's in the chest?"

Xander grinned, he waggled his eyebrows. "Sleeping, recovering from me using my birthday present. So voices down."

"Ooooh." Willow and Tara murmurred as they both went a little pink in the cheeks at his implication and both started staring at the treasure chest.

"You already have Danish?" Willow finally looked away from the treasure chest to the coffee table, settling on his half eaten pastry. She then looked at the box of donuts she had brought, "I knew I should have called ahead."

"Special treat. Chef Anya made them for me last night." He smiled at the memory. The Chef was the least sexy but most useful transformation. He couldnt help but laugh a little at Anya's unintentional swedish chef impersonation.

"Anya cooks?" Tara asked.

"She does indeed. Have one, it's good." Xander gestured to his plate and the second danish on it.

Tara bent down and grabbed one, broke it in half and handed one end to Willow. Both women delicately nibbled on the lemon danish at first. Once they had their first taste, made a surprised yummy sound, the two made quick work of chomping down on their half danish.

"Anya made this?" Willow sounded stunned.

"A-yup. Watched her do it myself. " Xander nodded.

"Anya?" Willow was dumbfounded.

Xander shrugged, "I know, the woman who burns toast every single time bakes a devine Danish."

Tara looked towards the open kitchen and spotted the covered tray that held the other danishes. Xander followed her eyes to the pastries. "More?"

Tara nodded quickly, "Please."

Xander gave a theatrical bow and headed into the kitchen, grabbing the tray. Turning to face his guests the smile fell off his face at what he beheld. Someone had opened the treasure chest and due to where it was settled, all the gems of the many butt plugs were directly in the path of the early morning sunlight, gleaming and shining in the sun. Willow and Tara were standing still, a wide variety of beams of color playing over their blank faces.

Xander groaned, "Oooooh, that's not good."