"Uh, girls chosen with the strength, speed, blah, blah for smacking down demons, vampires, and whatever else hates people or likes people for breakfast."

Xander noticed the odd intonations, but wasn't gonna comment on it. He's been around some weird folks over the years so it didn't matter.

"I think so? Only that Buffy, and the rest of us got some kind of dimensional stalker making moolah off our adventures." Rueful smile as he could have imagined Anya offering to disembowel the guy if he didn't cough up some royalty checks to them all. But she's gone, and so's Renee. Even Cordy's past on, and his track record with the ladies looked bad, bad, bad.