*Willow had invited you to visit the West Wing's conservatory and so here you were. Not that it was much of an invitation considering you're both still in your house. But honestly, the manor is so big, it doesn't feel like it some days. She's pouring you a tea, though the serving tray has almost any drink you could ask for, and she has an intricate display set up with a number of pastries all cooked by herself. Most are French in origin, but there's a few Italian and Hispanic treats too. She's even moves a few potted plants towards the tea area to make it look extra on point. She looks up, poking your nose with whipped cream.*

Willow: "So? How do you like it, Boss? I have put a great deal of effort into making it *impeccable*." *She giggles as she tosses in a french word, using her little accent with it.* "It's even better when you need tidying up." *She gives one of those mischievous smirks of hers and kisses the whipped cream off of your nose.*