She stared at him and blinked, amazed that she didn't outright laugh at the absurdity of the statements. It was all well and good for Claire to insist that everything was going to be just fine, for him to say it was completely ludicrous. He knew better. He should've known better than to try and feed her the same lines. He was an assassin and a spy. She was a goddamned vampire Slayer.

The toast, for Christ's sake, she wanted to scream. The toast.

"Sure," she murmured flatly, shifting to rest her chin on her knees. "Sure. Everything'll be fine."