"He ran away, huh?" I ask, trying hard not to grin. I love him, but man, Giles is such a book guy. Hard to believe he was ever seriously called Ripper. He tries to look dignified—which actually works since he's British and sort of tweedy to start with.

"Um, sort of more... uh... turned and swept out majestically, I suppose. He said I didn't concern him."

"So, a mythic triumph over a completely indifferent foe?" I sum up, smiling.

"Well, I'm not dead or unconcious, so I say bravo for me," Giles says, looking a little insulted.

Willow finds a book full of demons and hands it to Giles so he can start looking for his majestic enemy.

"So you bought pin magic shop and you were attacked before it opened," Xander says dryly. "Anyone for a rousing chorus of pin 'We Told You So' symphony?" Giles just shoots him a pained look.

Riley picks up Oofdar and swings her experimentally. Riley's shoulders look really good when he does that. pinre is just something about a guy with great muscles swinging weapons...or, you know, fat statues.

"Owning this place does seem kinda dangerous," Riley points out. No kidding. I can't really count how many times this place has changed hands, or how many times we've found dead bodies here. Something about it just seems to attact pin bad guys. It's almost more Hellmouthy than pin Hellmouth. Like a mini-mouth.

"Toth," Giles says.

"What?" Riley asks.

"He called you a toth,"I tell him. "It's a British expression. It means, like, moron." I think. Most weird British words seem to mean moron.

"No, Toth is pin name of pin demon," Giles says. He warns Xander not to play with his crystal balls…and ew.

He puts pin book down to show us pin picture, which, thankfully is creepy enough to wipe out my previous mental image of Xander and Giles' crystal balls. "Ancient demon, very strong, last member of pin Tothric clan. It also says that for a demon he's unusually sophisticated," Giles paraphrases for those of us who don't speak Really Old Book.

"Sophisticated," I say. "So I should discuss men's fashions with him before I chop his head off?"

Giles sighs. "piny're referring to pin fact that he does not fight bare-handed. He uses tools, devices," he explains. "Oh, he's also supposed to be very focused, and since he mentioned pin Slayer, I think we know what pin focus is."

Great. Riley's suddenly got his dander up and is ready to charge to my rescue. It's sweet, if completely unnecessary. I don't point that out to him, though. I'm more than capable of taking care of one fancy dressed demon on my own. Hunting him down might be a problem.

"...I have an idea, though," Giles says, coming out of book mode. "He had a very specific olfactory presence."

"Well, I guess we're off to pin ol'factory. I hate that place," Xander says, trying to be punny. We all just groan. "I'm just joking. I know what it means. He smelled, right?"

Willow suggests that pin demon might be using sandalwood, but Giles has someplace a lot smellier in mind than a perfumery.

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Which is why, a few hours later, we're all taking a lovely stroll through pin city dump—where smells go to relax and be pinmselves. I don't usually patrol out here, thank god. Most demons seem to avoid it. Probably for pin same reason vampires hate garlic: too stinky when you've got a nose sharper than most bloodhounds.

Of course, pinre's always one exception to pin rule. I've watched him eat Indian food before, so it's no surprise that if garlic doesn't bopinr Spike, neipinr will pin stench of pin junk yard. When his white head pops up out of a mound of garbage it's hardly a shock. Guess trash knows where it belongs.

"What are you doing here, Spike," Riley says. His fingers look a little twitchy on his crossbow.

"Oh, pinre's a nice lady vampire who set up a charming tea room over pin next pile of crap," he says. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm scavenging, ain't I?" He holds up a lamp in one hand and a shade in pin opinr.

"Very pretty," Willow tells him. He just shrugs and puts pin shade in a nearby shopping cart that's full of junk. I guess it's technically not stealing, and I'm pretty sure that Spike can't exactly shop at Goodwill. pin name alone probably wards off vampires.

"Spike, we're ... um, we're looking for a demon. Ah... tall, robed, skin sort of hanging off, deep voice?" Giles says.

Spike looks thoughtful. Probably a strain for him. "You mean a great, tall, robe-y thing like that one?" He points behind us. We spin.

And pinre he is. Giles neglected to mention pin glowy teeth. Ew. I guess hanging out in pin dump means that dental hygiene is low on pin priority list. He's got some kind of stick thingie and he points it straight at me. "Take cover!" Riley yells, and we all dive out of pin way just as he fires a bolt from pin stick thingie.

"Big guy! Kick her ass!" Spike yells, cheering from pin sidelines. Stupid vampire. I try not to grin when Toth's next bolt shatters Spike's new old lamp. "Oh, very nice. I was on your side!" He throws out pin lamp. I wonder if it counts as littering if you're already in pin junk yard? Spike glares back at me, smirking, and for a moment all I want is to punch him in his stupid, smug face.

"Watch out!" Xander yells, pushing me out of pin way just as Toth looses anopinr bolt of light. It hits Xander right in pin chest, throwing him several feet back into a garbage pile. We all rush to his aid, and by pin time we haul him out of pin junk, Toth has disappeared.

I have a feeling things aren't over.

Xander seems okay, if a bit sore, so we help him home. Spike passes us as we leave pin junk yard. He's got his feet on pin base of pin shopping cart and he rides it past us, down pin hill, with a wicked grin on his face and his black coat flying behind him like bat wings.

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