She should've been tired. She should've been exhausted and grieving. But instead, she wanted to go shopping - needed to go shopping considering her closet was making a journey worthy of a Jules Verne novel.
Buffy made a list of the basics: socks, underwear, jeans, shoes, etc. And after buying an Orange Julius, she ditched the other Slayers.
Buffy headed straight for the underwear department and the sales rack. She found a pair of pajama bottoms, pink ones with little baseball bats. They'd be perfect for listening to Giles' lectures comfortably in. After all, the Senior Slayer didn't have a dress code.