As the unit they are, the Triune grabs one chair each from the surrounding tables, heedless of whose feelings they might hurt, and sits down. As soon as they're seated, their arms hook together as if they'd never moved out of place to begin with. "It upsets the order of things," boy on the right explains. Girl fills in, "It is unexpected. No Slayer has ever been welcome at Aequitas."

As one, they turn their heads to watch a small group of vampires surreptitiously looking their way. "Some may find it unsettling," they speak as one.

At which Lorne smiles, ever playing his part as the amicable host. "I can only hope the rest of my patrons follow your admirable example."