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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]

[staring at the joint for a while]

... Would you feel better if I didn't smoke?

[doubleblind]

No. I'd feel like a loser if you stopped just because of me.

[coppelganger]

I probably shouldn't anyway.

[doubleblind]

Seriously, Sarah. It's not bothering me.

[coppelganger]

Okay.

[doubleblind]

I'm a little jealous, that's all.

[coppelganger]

I've noticed.

[doubleblind]

I miss it. You can't blame me for that. I gave it up cold turkey. You should really be impressed.

[coppelganger]

It is impressive.

[returning to the pillownest]

I just think it'd be better if you didn't have me smoking around you.

[doubleblind]

I can take it. But if you wanna switch to cookies, there're some left.

[coppelganger]

Shit, no, I've already had too much.

[doubleblind]

Wimp.

[coppelganger]

Cosima, I'm a mother.

[trying so hard to keep a straight face :I]

[doubleblind]

Oh, does that mean I should leave you to do your mom things with Alison? I can have the rest of these with Eugene.

[coppelganger]

[cracking up]

I still wanna know what the hell a mom thing is.

[doubleblind]

I don't know, like exchanging pictures of your kids and swapping recipes or whatever.

[coppelganger]

[just... laughing]

[doubleblind]

[your laughter is contagious]

[coppelganger]

Can you picture me and Alison swapping recipes?

[doubleblind]

Maybe drink recipes.

[coppelganger]

Mm. Maybe.

[doubleblind]

[yawning, stretching out on the pillows]

How mad would Alison be if we invaded the bed?

[coppelganger]

Not too mad. Probably more mad that we gave her pot cookies in the first place.

[doubleblind]

I honestly thought she knew!

[coppelganger]

We can't do anything about it now.