I love how you can make me grin at the utterly lovely quiet moments, Impulsively, Xander kissed Spike on the temple. Spike's eyes were closed, but he reacted with a small, quick smile., then absolutely terrify me, "Spike? Are you—oh shit." ...

And then you make me almost pull something with giggles at
"We brought you an anatomically incorrect miniature bear made of fabric."

Wonderful plot, evocative imagery, great characterisation, lovely dialogue ... and you made me adore Illyria, who I never forgave for killing off Fred. An absolute gem. More. Now. Please?