If nothing else, Ishiah deserves a fair amount of credit for bringing yet another smile to her face. She has no delusions about her arguments with Dawn; their spats over the most mundane subjects can seem ridiculous, but the trivial things aren't always so trivial at all. Anyway, the Summers method of burning off pent up tension seems healthier than what Ishiah has just relayed.

"Thanks for that," she laughs lightly, opting not to point out how easy it is to disregard matters of height when one towers over all others in sight. He only meant to cheer her up, a task he's succeeded at quite well if she might say. "If Dawn ever pops up here I'll be climbing on your shoulders just to win arguments," she adds, sticking her tongue out mischievously.

"Is that a widespread angel thing," she wonders, "the not being good with debate? Not that I'm planning to challenge you to one, but you don't strike me as... undebatable." With a sigh at her own choice of words, Buffy waves a hand as if to clear the air, then clarifies. "What I mean is, you seem understanding. To me."