Willow, failing to find what she was looking for in the science lab, went to the art room. It was empty, and the afternoon sunlight streamed through the window illuminating a classical-style bust that was sitting on one of the work tables. Willow, curious, approached, then stopped dead. It was of Xander! Beautifully done, every feature lifelike, it looked as if it were about to crack a bad joke. Who on earth - or in Sunnydale - had this kind of skill? Cautiously, she circled around to the back and beheld the initials scratched into it: "CC." Cordelia Chase.
Willow whirled around and left the room. Her feet made their unerring way towards the supply closet. Without thinking of manners or proprieties, she wrenched the door open. "Hi, guys!" she said brightly, in accompaniment to Cordelia's yell of outrage.
"Willow, what are you doing?" Xander demanded.
"Oh, sorry to interrupt. Cordelia, I need to talk to you." She said.
"And what could be more important than -" Cordelia saw the surprised pleasure on Xander's face and realized what she'd been about to say. Mentally chiding herself, she gave Willow a condescending smile. "Sure, I'd be glad to talk to you, Willow. Anytime!" she added for Xander's benefit.
"Good. Then let's go to the art room and talk." Willow said steadily.
"The art room? What --? Oh, no, I left my statue out!" she wailed.
"What statue?" Xander asked.
"Statue?" Cordelia said brightly. "What statue? There's no statue! Come on, Willow, let's go talk. Girl talk," she said pointedly. They left Xander standing alone in the hallway.
"Why do I feel like no one tells me anything anymore?" he complained to the air.
In the art room, Cordelia busied herself wrapping her unfinished bust of Xander in wet cloths and putting it away. Finished, she sat down heavily on a stool. "Boy, that was a close call."
"Cordelia, can you sculpt someone for me?" Willow asked abruptly.
"Excuse me? Can I do what?"
"Listen, I'm serious. Cordelia. This is important! It's for - well, for something Giles and I are working on. Please, will you do it?"
"Well… is it someone I know?" Cordelia wondered.
"Absolutely. And you never know; you might like it!" Briefly, sounding as matter of fact as possible, Willow outlined what she wanted done and why, and then left before Cordelia could recover her razor tongue.
"She's crazy," Cordelia announced to the empty air. "She's nuts." She pondered another moment, then got a glint in her eye. "On the other hand, to make a man from scratch…" She went and got some clay.
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