Which is what Xander was trying to do in his shop at the moment. Recent shore leaves helped him shore up even more supplies. Which was a great thing since it seemed like he was getting orders all the time from people for furniture or help in their homes in the city. Some of the rides on the last one weren't bad. But he had to admit the western themed world was even better. He even got some spurs.

Uh not that he had special plans with those or anything. It's just part of the outfit. Right.

Really he isn't. It's not like he was necessarily avoiding places like the Media Library or the Winchester House. Just crazy people who are clearly following him way too closely would suggest such an idea.

So Sam knows, and well while it wasn't an out and out no.... It wasn't a yes either. Just a maybe. Maybe was still iffy, he'd been in the maybe category before. For a long time, he wanted to think Buffy considered him a maybe until Cordelia came along and for a while that didn't matter. Though even Anya thought he still kept an old flame for the Slayer.

Man, what would she say now? Would she think Willow corrupted him with her gayness, or figure it was probably always a possibility. (And not like Will really 'gayed' him up like he asked her too? Then again maybe he should have guessed something with how Larry spoke with him, and how he never could really correct the poor guy. Even Andrew made a few comments here and there how he probably batted for both teams.) Great, he's yammering in his head. Again. He should go for a walk. In the City.

Or maybe he'll stay in his shop. Just a little longer.

 Today in the city you might find on the streets a rather odd sight, as Nanashi walked back and forth between the house she had been turning into a training studio, and Harris Carpentry and Furniture carrying loads that seemed unnaturally large. After some time of trekking through the streets on the ground, she had finally given up on taking the twisting road and took to the air, carrying various pieces of furniture in varying states of disrepair.

She had taken all of the furniture she had put into the alley beside the house several days ago, and moved it all in front of the furniture shop. A desk, arm chairs, a broken table, some small coffee tables, and a broken bed frame now sat in front of the store. Nanashi let out a breath, having forgotten that she had inhaled long before. She stood with her hands on her hips, making sure there was nothing she had left.

Fairly certain that there was nothing else to move, she walked up to the door and knocked before entering She stepped inside, calling, "Hello? Mister Harris? I spoke with you over the omnicomms."

((OOC: If you want to run into her while she acts like a pack-mule, feel free to jump in!))