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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.

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[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]

[doubleblind]

[hands one over]

Deal. No moping allowed.

[subourbon]

I will try my best.

[polishing off that second cookie]

[doubleblind]

... I think you'll manage. You like the cookies, huh?

[subourbon]

They're pretty good. I might have to ask Eugene for a recipe.

[doubleblind]

Uh... You know they're not just normal cookies, right?

[subourbon]

[already eating her third one]

Hm?

[doubleblind]

Alison, put down the cookie.

[subourbon]

I'm not done with it yet.

[doubleblind]

You're done.

Like I said, those aren't normal cookies.

[subourbon]

[... cramming the rest of the cookie into her mouth]

[doubleblind]

... You're already completely baked, aren't you.

[subourbon]

[pffffttt]

No, no, you're the one that baked the cookies, remember?

[doubleblind]

Not that kind of baked...