"Opaque water bottle on the bottom shelf. The one labelled frappuccino."

She leaned against the kitchen door's frame. Yes, the rest of the blood had been...removed. But Buffy -- anticipating a moment like this one and not interested in another argument with a tummy-rumbling vamp -- might have gone and surreptitiously fetched some more from the bar and then disguised it as best as possible so that Jack wouldn't pour that one down the drain, too. Of course -- she wasn't going to confess any of this to Spike.

And why should she? The vampire was a grown boy. He would work it out on his own.