"No." VM folded her arms.

"Pleeeeease?" Bryn begged. "You look so much like him, and I've always fantasised-"

"Not happening."

"All you'd have to do is-"

"I look nothing like the guy. Also, no."

Bryn looked downcast. "Oh... OK..."

"OH, no. No. You are not doing that kicked-puppy routine on me!" VM stood firm. "I know that trick!"

"I... I don't know what you mean..." Bryn stared at her feet.

"You act all sad to try and make me feel guilty. Not happening."

Bryn turned her large, sad eyes upwards to meet VM's, until they seemed to pierce the very depths of her soul. "I... just thought you might like to..."

VM ground her teeth. "Hey, Sarah Michelle Gellar," she finally said, in a passable imitation of Joss Whedon. "Your acting seems a bit off. Why don't you meet me in my trailer in five minutes for some... private lessons."

Bryn brightened immediately. "What should I wear, Joss?"

"Your cheerleader costume. No underwear."

As they headed off towards the bedroom, VM spoke. "Bryn, you have issues."

"Bryn? Who is this Bryn?"

A sigh. "SARAH... you have issues..."