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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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[coppelganger]

You weren't stoned when that happened!

[subourbon]

What if it's a trigger or something? I'm not taking that risk.

[coppelganger]

Fine.

[subourbon]

... I appreciate your trying to include me.

[coppelganger]

... You're welcome.

[subourbon]

[having another cookie]

Anyway, I'm happy to just... sit and watch. That's fine.

[coppelganger]

[stares at her while she eats the cookie]

Right, okay.

[subourbon]

These are really good. Have you had one yet? Apparently Cosima made them!

[coppelganger]

Bullshit, she did not.

[subourbon]

She said Eugene didn't make them.

[coppelganger]

She lied.

[subourbon]

What? Cosima wouldn't do that!

[coppelganger]

Sure she would. And you're eating pot cookies, y'know.

[subourbon]

What? No! I would never!

[coppelganger]

[pfffft]

You're gonna be so wrecked.

[subourbon]

Wrecked? I don't even have a car here, Sarah.

[coppelganger]

[ohhh man]

You should sit down.

[subourbon]

I feel fine!

[coppelganger]

Um, no, seriously. Sit down.

[shoving her onto Cosima's bed]

[subourbon]

... are you always this shiny?

[coppelganger]

Only on odd-numbered days.

[taking one last toke before setting her joint aside and sitting next to Alison on the bed]

[subourbon]

[nodding]

Oh. That explains it.

[coppelganger]

How're you feeling?

[subourbon]

Look, those stars are glowing!

[pointing at Cosima's ceiling]

[coppelganger]

Totally.