Giles is awoken by the faint aroma of something burning. Rolling over to check on Jenny, he finds that he's the only one in the bed. This development makes him sigh resignedly; he now knows what awaits him in the kitchen. He takes a few more seconds to enjoy the warmth of the bed before the burning smell becomes stronger, at which point he hurriedly gets up and exits the bedroom.

Sure enough, when he comes downstairs, Jenny is running around the kitchen in a panic to attempt to extinguish what looks like it was going to be pancakes. Now, however, it's a small fire in the frying pan. Giles has to take a moment to marvel at his girlfriend's ability to set breakfast foods on fire.

"No, no, no, you go back to bed!" Jenny orders him furiously, her authoritativeness diminished by the fact that she's got an endearing case of bed head and she's wearing one of Giles's oversized t-shirts, making her look smaller than she actually is. "I'm making you breakfast in bed and I'm not gonna burn anything!"

"Oh," says Giles, and glances over at the cheerfully dancing flames. "So you just decided to start a fire in my frying pan, then?"

"This is my first batch, England, just let me try one more time?" Jenny pleads. "I wanted to surprise you for once!" Indeed, she does look quite distressed, although Giles is fairly certain that it's at least partly because of the fire she's just set in the frying pan.

"Jenny—" Giles begins exasperatedly.

Jenny sighs. "Fine," she says quietly. "I'll just have to think of something else to do for you. I just—I wanted to give you a nice breakfast in bed, you know? You make me breakfast in bed all the time and, I mean, isn't that something a girlfriend should do for her boyfriend?"

Giles feels his irritation melt away, and he's about to reassure her when the smoke alarm starts going off. Jenny winces guiltily as Giles turns to the flaming frying pan and takes the fire extinguisher (which he bought when Jenny moved in with him; it's always best to be prepared) out from one of the cabinets.

As soon as the fire is completely out, he turns to Jenny and pulls her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. "Darling," he says, "we're hardly a conventional couple. You will recall that you're the one who fixes the wiring around here, yes?"

"Well, yeah, but—"

"And you're the one who always wants to watch American football?"

"I guess," Jenny concedes, tilting her head up to look at him. Her hands move to his shoulders. "But that's still not really anything that I do for you."

"We save about a hundred dollars a month on our electric bill because of that system you rigged," Giles informs her.

"Technically, that's half illegal and half magic," Jenny points out in a low voice, "so you might not want to go bragging about that one."

Giles has to smile. Jenny's adorable when she's being conspiratorial. "My point is that I love you," he says. One hand moves to stroke her cheek, and Jenny smiles, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. "And love—love isn't about favors, or doing things for people. Love is about making the other person happy, and you make me happy with your continued presence in my life."

"You're so corny," says Jenny with a little giggle, opening her eyes as her smile widens. "You're lucky I'm into that."

Giles leans in and kisses her, a whisper of a kiss that Jenny immediately deepens. Her arms wrap around his neck and he pulls her up slightly, lessening their height difference as Jenny's toes skim the ground. Remembering the stovetop, Giles removes his hand from her cheek to turn the knob off. He's very proud of the fact that he's learned how to do this while kissing Jenny; this is the advantage of having a girlfriend with the tendency to accidentally set things on fire.