Joyce looked at Spike as if he was a little boy claiming he had permission for a biscuit, when she knew he didn’t. “I’m not letting you in, Spike,” she said with a sideways little smile. Spike sighed and leaned against the tree he’d been lurking under. Joyce’s wariness faded at Spike’s obvious defeat. "Would you like a cup of tea? I’ll meet you on the back porch." Spike's final conversation with Joyce. Set after Crush.
 
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