The grin breaks out into full-throated laughter at Wanda's impression. Anya can practically see the cape. She catches her breath eventually, listening avidly to Wanda's information on another world, other possibilities.

At the mention of the coming Darkness, she glances West, then nods.

"Yeah, probably a good idea. We can catch the bus on Turner about a block from here if you're heading home for the night. Towers and your house are only about a stop away from each other."

If, alternatively, Wanda intends to spend the night either hexing monsters or going to darkness-proof bars, she will have to explain herself to her older sister, a prospect Anya has every intention of making as mortifying as possible, should that be necessary.