When they arrive at the butcher shop, there's a short line behind the counter, but Angela grins and waves them in. Spike smiles in response and dips his head a fraction in a nod. He points Cole to the bucolic scenes covering the walls. In one, sheep grazing on fields, in another along the back wall, a small collection of houses in the English countryside. "This is where she's from. So you'll have a lot of boring country things to talk about."

"I heard that!" Angela says from behind the counter, then continues wrapping up her last customer's order while talking with the woman about the meal she's planning, offering cooking suggestions and asking happily about the woman's daughter. Spike is content to listen for a while and look up at the murals that Angela painted. He was never much of a country boy. He'd grown up in the city, and then stayed in cities for most of his life, but it's still nice to see a little piece of England hidden away here in New York.

When the bell above the door rings again signaling the woman leaving, Spike turns back around to watch Angela untie her apron and come around to their side of the counter. "Now, what have we here." She grips Spike's arm affectionately and smiles up at him before turning her attention to Cole. When she sees his face beneath the hat, she looks sharply back up at Spike, her smile widening. "You didn't tell me you had a brother! I could have been giving you twice the supply."

"Wh-" Spike looks at Cole. There might be some resemblance, but he doesn't think that it's enough to think Cole is his brother. "Noooo. Not my brother. Never had a brother. This is Cole. He's new to the city."

She gasps and looks between them again. "The resemblance is uncanny, dear. You didn't notice that? That face. Not to mention the affinity for leather."

Spike groans and she laughs. "It's lovely to meet you, Cole."