"Whoa, Phoebe--" Prue held up her hands, which was, coincidentally, getting them in the perfect position to fling the knife away with her powers. "Okay, first off, didn't Piper tell you that I'm me, not a demon? Second, could you put the knife away? Third, what the heck kind of word is 'frak,' anyway?"

Prue started getting at least as irritated as she was happy. Oh, yeah, that would just figure, wouldn't it? She and Phoebe see each other for the first time in years, each of them had the other dead in their dimension, and they still started to get in a fight right away.

She was ignoring the fact that she and Piper had thought the exact same thing about each other yesterday.