Harmony helps... inadvertently

"So who is the new girl?" Harmony bobbed her head at Anya.

"Anya." Cordelia answered as Anya was still walking behind her in a shell shocked stupor with resting bitch face. "She showed up like... a month ago? I think."

"Whats her deal? Who shit in her cereal?" Harmony faux gagged. When Cordelia raised an eyebrow at her word choice the blonde shrugged, "I heard it in a movie I watched last night."

Remembering how Anya was a former demon and decidely anti Xander made Cordelia a little grumpy herself. There was no reason to be that mean and argumentative. Treating Xander like he was a criminal wasnt right.

Harmony snorted, "Girl needs an attitude adjustment. No one likes getting up this early for school but being a bitch about it to others doesn't help anyone. Keep that shit to yourself."

"Yeah, a good attitude adjustment is in order." Cordelia shot the new Genie a look and Anya just looked back with a thousand yard stare. Still not dealing with everything that had happened. Well, she could fix that.

Harmony preened at being agreed with, "Maybe she just needs to meet the right guy."

"I... I wish she would chill out, be happy and get with the program: realize what a great guy Xander is and get onboard with the other Cordettes and be all for team Xander and Cordy and a select few side chicks." Cordelia watched Anya as she spoke. Relishing that moment of realization. The genie had a split second of absolute dread flash across her face, wide eyed, her jaw dropped and then in a second it vanished. The slight scowl was gone and in its place was a rapidly forming happy grin and non furrowed brow.

A new perky happy Anya suddenly stepped up to be on Cordelia's other side, opposite Harmony. "What? What were we talking about? I zoned out?"

"Nothing important." Cordelia answered.

"You need a boyfriend." Harmony said at the same time.

Anya scoffed, "Men. Men suck."

Harmony looked askance at Anya and then to Cordelia. "Bad break up?"

Anya snarled, "He cheated on me with a barmaid who had big-"

"Bad break up." Cordelia and Harmony chorused and nodded their heads cutting Anya's rant off early.

"I'm sure you'll find Mr. Right eventually. Cordelia might have locked down Xander but there are other nice guys out there." Harmony said placatingly, "Or at least Mr. Right Now. There's plenty of cute boys that are good for a date and a bit of fun."

Anya just stared at Harmony and then sighed, "I don't know. I've seen the current state of the men in Sunnydale and out of them all the one who doesnt want to make me wretch is Xander."

"Mine." Cordelia said cattily. "And I only share with good girls." She wasnt sure she could trust the ex-demon now genie.

"I can be good." Anya pouted.

"Me too." Harmony chirped. "Watch how good I can be." Batting her eyes at Cordelia.

Cordelia help up a hand plam out, "Stop it. If and when Xander and I bring some lucky girl in it'll be after Xander and I talk about it."

"Damn." Harmony and Anya chorused.

"So where'd you come from? Originally?" Harmony asked shifting topics away from the hot button issue of men.

"Sjornjost, Sweden." Anya answered truthfully. "But that was years ago. I've been all over the world."

"Wow. Thats kinda cool." Harmony smiled, "Paris?"

"The food was nice. And Cloutier was cute in his nickers and his Tirer La Couverture was... impressive." Anya smiled slightly.

Cordelia and Harmony shared a look. Neither spoke French but from the sound of it Anya had a pet name for a Frenchman's impressive cock.

Harmony smiled at Anya, "Thats awesome. I def want to go there one day. The fashion. The food. The boys..." Harmony giggled.

Thinking about Xander and his insecurity about Little Xander, Cordelia couldn't help but ask, "So what was so impressive about Cloutier's Tirer La Co- whatever?"

Anya pursed her lips and finally answered, "I suppose the trance it could put you in and the truths it revealed. There was nothing that you could hide from Cloutier's Tirer La Couverture."

"Wow." Harmony managaed after a second of stunned wonder. "Sign me up for some of that. Is he single?"

"He died a few years ago." Anya answered.

"Damn." Harmony grumbled.

Cordelia could get the subtle difference in what Anya was saying. The French guy was probably a few decades ago and it sounded like 'Tirer whatever' was a spell and not a pet name for his dick. Which made sense, why would a man hating demon like Anya have anything nice to say about a dude's penis.

Which still didn't help her with trying to find a way to help Xander and his insecurities. There had to be a way for her to help him, help himself. She was a good girlfriend and that's what good girlfriends did.