Willow Rosenberg

Cordelia's first thought was that she was saved because her old friend Willow Rosenberg was here and it was now only a matter of time before Willow freed her from the box.

Then Cordelia remembered that they had not been quite that close. In fact, she started remembering all the times she had picked on Willow back in high school and middle school and grade school and so forth. Plus Cordelia also remembered how Willow had blamed her for everything from breaking a certain yellow crayon back in kindergarten to "stealing" the one-time love of her life, Xander Harris. (Like Xander had been that big of a catch compared to Wesley or Angel.)

Nevertheless, Cordelia was determined to make the best of it. After all, if she could survive demons, vampires, evil lawyers and having to work a retail job back in high school, then surely she could handle a woman like Willow. After all, Willow had always been so shy and meek back in high school. Cordelia could hardly imagine her being mad enough at someone to do more than yell at them a lot.

"Hi, Willow," said Cordelia. "Am I glad to see you!"

"Are you sure, Cordelia?" said Willow. "Because you're not exactly dressed like a woman expecting visitors."

Cordelia flushed. Had she really expected Willow to pass up the opportunity to make a catty remark about her nakedness?

Oh, well. Nothing she could do about it now. Except...

"It wasn't my idea to dress like this," said Cordelia. "It was Wolfram and Hart's. I don't suppose you have any clothes I could borrow so that I don't have to get out of this box stark naked, do you?"

"You want to borrow clothes from me?" asked Willow. "I guess the softer side of Sears is looking pretty good right now."

"Willow!" exclaimed Cordelia.

"Okay, okay," said Willow. "I'm tempted to say 'keep your shirt on, Cordy' but well, you know..."

"Well surely you have something I can wear," said Cordelia.

"As a matter of fact, I do," said Willow.

And with that, Willow closed the door to the slot and walked away.

Thirty minutes later, she returned and re-opened the door. Then Willow quickly thrust something through the slot and then stepped away.

Cordelia looked down at what Willow had given her and asked, "Surely you don't expect me to wear just that?"

"Beggars can't be choosers, Cordelia," said Willow. "Anyway, I'm not fetching you anything else so you either get out stark naked or you wear 'just that'. Your choice."