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[coppelganger]

[today, Sarah is knocking at both Alison and Cosima's doors, looking pretty bummed, her hands in the pockets of her jacket.]

Oi, open up.

Comments

[subourbon]

I'm not going to "get high" with you two. I am a mother.

[doubleblind]

So's Sarah.

[subourbon]

I'm not interested, Cosima.

[doubleblind]

... I won't push it if you're that against the idea.

[subourbon]

Well, I appreciate that.

[doubleblind]

But I'd be thrilled if you changed your mind.

[subourbon]

I'm sure you would be.

[doubleblind]

The cookies are really, really good.

[subourbon]

Did Eugene make them?

[doubleblind]

Uh... No?

[subourbon]

... you made them?

[doubleblind]

I told you Eugene was teaching me how to cook.

[is that a yes? not really]

[subourbon]

... okay, well, I guess it couldn't hurt to try one.

[doubleblind]

To celebrate my year anniversary, right?

[handing over the container of cookies]

[subourbon]

I still don't see why that's something you want to celebrate.

[taking a cookie and eating it]

[doubleblind]

[THEY ARE DELICIOUS because Eugene made them]

It's been a good year, uh, overall.

[subourbon]

I'd hate to see what you consider a bad year.

[taking another bite, yum yum]

[doubleblind]

I'm not dead yet. I count that as a win.

[subourbon]

That's still not funny.

[doubleblind]

I wasn't joking this time.

[subourbon]

[sighs]

Cosima...

[doubleblind]

Alison, I'm just saying, it's better that I'm here than back home, at least until I know I've found a cure.

[subourbon]

... alright, then I'm glad we're stuck here so we have more time to figure that out.

[doubleblind]

It doesn't have to be a we. You and Sarah might be better off back home. You're not sick.

[subourbon]

Not yet.

Anyway, let's not talk about this on your "anniversary".

[holding her hand out for another cookie]