Buffy stared at the phone, regarding it like it was some evil thing that wanted to choke her with its wriggly cord. Cord. Cordelia. God's sake, Buffy, just pick up the phone and call her! You used to be friends. Sort of. Finally, with a soft sigh of defeat the Slayer picked up the phone and dialled Cordelia's cellphone number.
What do I say? "Hi, it's Buffy! I'm bored and didn't have anyone else to call. How are you?"