Little blonde girl it is, then. [ and that has some normalcy to it, at least. but darla isn't quite sure she'll satisfy drusilla's criteria. she isn't quite sure if there are any blondes in town. but when, not if, they find that slayer, it'll be the holy grail of meals. ]

You stay here, Dru. I'll go get you some dinner. [ but she doesn't slip out the door. she wants to make sure dru gets it. stay inside and don't come out. darla doesn't care if the big bad wolf threatens to huff and puff and blow down the crypt, she wants drusilla, if anything, to be safe.

she's quite sure she can take on a few zombies, but she knows her movements are weaker and slower than they usually are. but for dru, no matter how annoying she can be, is her family. she'd do anything for her, as she would have done for angelus and william the pratty. ]

We will dine like queens tonight.

[ or imagine it. ]