What happens next?

The naked truth

"Hard?" asked Buffy. "My nipples aren't hard."

"Yes, they are," said Willow. "I could see them from here."

"Willow!" exclaimed Buffy.

"But they are hard," said Willow.

"Well, that's just because my Mom keeps the thermostat so low," said Buffy.

"Then how come my nipples don't feel hard?" asked Willow.

"I don't know, Willow," said Buffy. "That's none of my business. Just like my nipples aren't any of your business. Or my Mom's."

"It's okay, Buffy," said Joyce. "I know the truth."

"Oh, really?" asked Buffy. "And what is the truth?"

"That you secretly love being naked in front of people, Buffy," said Joyce. "It's what you live for. You wish you could do it more often but since you were raised to be a good girl -- and because you fear getting arrested for indecent exposure -- you have to put yourself in situations where someone else forces you to live out your fantasies. And if those situations don't happen in real life, then you dream about them."

"That's a lot of hooey," said Buffy.

"I don't know," said Willow. "It kinda makes sense to me."

"Willow!" exclaimed Buffy.

"Oh, wait," said Willow. "I was wrong. My nipples are hard now. In fact, the longer you face away from me, Buffy, the harder they get. Which is very funny because I've always considered myself to be more into bre --"

"Too much information, Willow!" exclaimed Buffy. "Too much information!"

And with that, Buffy ran out of her bedroom.