While she gazed in indecision at the sugary baked goods an stylishly dressed woman with legs that seemed to go on forever stepped up to the counter.

"The usual Mrs. Peel ?"

"Yes. For Mother. Thank You."

Sighing in disappointment, Willow watched as the remaining macaroons were placed in a box and handed over.

Willow peeked around his shoulder and squeaked "Is it dangerous? Do you think it's a sign of another apocalypse?"

"Don't gnomes wear pointed hats like that?" Anya chattered. "Xander! Let's leave! Gnomes are evil. They make women frigid. I like orgasms!"

Xander blushed. "Anya!" he protested as she tried to drag him away.

"That's not true!" Tara exclaimed. "Willow and I feed them and don't have problems like that."

Willow blushed.

"Besides," said Giles, taking a closer look. "It's only a model."