Beth would be such a goddamn liar if she said the sight of Spike, half-dressed, with rain water streaming down him wasn't attractive as hell, but she and Junior watch him with fairly equal solemnity until a single bold raindrop cuts through the canopy of leaves they're standing under and spatters on the baby's face, near her nose.

Almost immediately Junior scrunches up her face, and when tears look imminent, Beth gently bounces her on her hip, making a low shushing noise.

"Hey, you're all right. See?" She carefully wipes the rain from Junior's face, puts a light kiss in its place, and moves to sit on a tree stump so she can open the diaper bag and rummage around in it for the Junior's little pink hat.

At least it keeps her from dumbly watching Spike as he washes off in the rain, and besides, if any of the girls are in earshot they're probably more likely to come back this way if they hear the baby crying, just to be sure everything's okay. The more time she can buy Spike out of the cloak, the better.

The hat proves to be a decent distraction, and once it's on, Junior reaches up with one hand as if to be sure it's not going anywhere, big blue eyes gazing at Beth.

Now she steals a glance at Spike. "Need something to dry off with?"