Eliot raises an eyebrow. "I mean yeah, it was a different time, people named their kids shitty things, but also, yes, Sunshine, that was her name." Because she's really one to talk on the crazy name front, but that is not the point here. Eliot's trying to retain his grasp of what the point actually is. Buffy. Right. Oh shit.

"Soooooooo," says Eliot, with all the drawn-out hesitation of someone who is not certain whether he should be saying what he is going to say and also not certain the person he's saying the thing to is going to start throwing shit at him or not, "So Buffy, uh, yeah she and Spike had a thing for a while, and it got weird."

Eliot takes a moment to debate with himself whether he really wants to continue in this vein, but Sunshine is his friend and friends tell friends potentially deal-breaking information about their boyfriends, right? Right.

He turns to Sunshine and looks at her with the utmost seriousness. "This is important dating information, has he built you a shrine yet? Has he taken any of your sweaters? Also I hope there is not a robot that looks and sort of acts like you walking around because if there is he might like, keep it and play house with it. Because that's what happened. With the Buffybot. 'Cause there was this robot, I forget who made the Buffy robot but Spike ended up with it? Freaky shit, man."