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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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[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.

[subourbon]

How did the universe get into Cosima's room?

[coppelganger]

Well, y'know, Cosima's got her sciencey ways. And shit.

[subourbon]

Are we sure it's not magic?

[coppelganger]

Oh, yeah, I'm sure.

[trying to

nudge her into a lying position]

[subourbon]

... I think the room is tilting.

[coppelganger]

Nah, that's just you. You're tilting. It's fine.

[subourbon]

That doesn't sound fine...

[but nevertheless is now lying down :/]

[coppelganger]

[pats her arm]

It's fine. See?

[subourbon]

[speaking in a very soft and wise voice]

It's soft. Like marshmallows.