Someone else mentioned that to me. Not sure I can figure out what the fascination with oatmeal is, but I'll be sure to.

It actually... is every year? Not every seven years. [Willow sounds vaguely sheepish about it, as if it's somehow her fault.] It's more that we're a popular vacation spot for demons of all sorts, so they like to try to, you know, make it more demon-friendly. Put up permanent residences, restaurants, and okay, this metaphor is going too far. But I guess it is pretty dangerous; I'm just used to it by now.

I've seen that happen before. [frowning, much more business like now] Maybe there's something I can do.