[ she dances with the notion of saying something along the lines of yeah, jack, no picking anyone up but the double entendre seems a little lost in sad in the face of a young girl. so buffy settles for giving the other bartender one of those looks. oh, horner, if looks could quip... ]

Yes. Yes. No. And...I absolutely could, but I'm not sure I'd ever want to. I find it's often prudent to maintain a neutral zone between myself and Mister Horner. But hypothetically? I believe I could pick up him and his blue cow. And you too, to boot.

[ she catches the door handle in her fingers and hauls the entrance open, gesturing for both of them to get inside. there are smoothies to be made. ]