( it's a little hard to miss the tell all signs of magic from one who is the lifelong friend of a witch (also, it was loud), and she makes sure to give gale an approving thumbs up from behind the attendant's head, as she follows in short order behind him. creeping steps. when he opens his mouth to yell at gale, buffy claps her hands on his shoulders, gesturing to gale with grandeur. )

And that is the Great — erm — Zamboni! Very zappy. He's, um, a new hire. So much ... verve. Right?

( it's kind of a needless explanation to something that didn't make sense in the first place. buffy is notably not good at improv, and the attendant seems to know it, redirecting his tense feelings to her. she sighs, rolling her eyes. )

Look. We won't tell anyone it's broken. Why don't you go take a long break before someone notices?

( maybe the reliability of minimum wage, or not being paid enough to care, is translatable from across the pond. in any case, buffy is at least awkward enough to dull the rising tensions, giving the attendant a weird wave as she takes gale by the shoulder, guiding him ... elsewhere. looking behind them, she waits until their out of sight to whisper to him: )

Hey! I really liked your sparkles.

( she is pretty used to keeping magic on the down low. at least — not talking about it in public. but still, he's earned her appreciation, and deserves to hear it. )