"A skinny boy like you. Got it." Marina said with a little laugh. "I think you can have both of them. Neither are really my type. Not that I really have a type." A shrug and a sip of her beer again. There had only been Giles. And if 'Giles' had to be her type that was disastrous.

"However," she said, pointing at the screen, "I wouldn't mind looking like Hugh's blonde wifey. She's pretty."