Ducks: Queen of Frickin' Everything

Angel stared at the monitor, bewildered.

"What?" Cordy asked.

"I sent Dawn that joke yesterday, and I don't get her response. Did she like it? Was it... confusing or something?"

Cordy sighed and looked over his shoulder. Dawn's email said: BWAH! MADE OF WIN!

She patted him on the shoulder. "She got it, she liked it. It's a positive thing."

"Ah," he said, and went back to staring, probably either hoping it would just suddenly make sense to his 18th-century brain, or brooding about the unfairness of his complete lack of sense of humor.

Whatever. She had shopping to do.