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[Quiet for a moment.]

I'm not planning on using it for evil, you know.

I didn't think you were.

I don't think anyone else can predict you, if it's any consolation. I spend a lot of time with you, and I observe you.

That's not the--uh, forget it.

It's not the point. You don't know how it happened. You don't know why it's me.

Go on.

I don't have to.

No, you don't. I just wanted to hear more on your thoughts about this -- because, by the way, the last part is untrue. The first wasn't, but it also wasn't what I was thinking, either.

I'm not totally perfect.

I like that.

The fact that it's true or the fact that I admitted it?

The second part didn't cross my mind, but I like that, too.

I'll take that into account.

I researched what a snuggie is, by the way.

You shouldn't. I like it better when you do things because you want to.

[That... catches her off guard, though.]--oh?

I've done too many things I didn't want to do to indulge in it now.

[A pause]

Firstly, I don't kow why you would want a matching one with anyone, let alone Ted Kord, but that's really none of my business.

Secondly, why would anyone have one of those near their bodies at any point, I don't know. Why not just use a blanket?

If you... ever want to talk, you know I'll listen, right?

[She figures it's the end of that line of conversation, but it couldn't hurt to throw it out there. Just as reassurance.]

What's your problem with Ted? [Is it because of that whole public fiasco that made it... very obvious... she had sex with him... is that... it...] Anyway, they're warm and they are functional. It's like a robe and a blanket!

[--and she cuts in right as he's about to say something.] And that happened several months before you arrived! [Stalker.]

He's messy.

[Possibly this stems from the fact that the living floor of his loft looks like a student and a slob have taken up residence in it----oh wait.]

Why don't you just get a blanket?

[He's not even going to address the stalker part.]

He is, yes. John is -- [she corrects herself] -- was, as well. Lassiter wasn't. But it doesn't bother me much.

Because it's not the same. Is this because I haven't offered to share one with you?

[He certainly means in an emotional and social way. In a way that reminds him of Eames.]

I don't want a snuggie.

[Oh, well. They were all kind of screwed up like that. She's pretty sure she was Lassiter's only friend. The same with John. Oh, and look at that. Arthur might just be in that socially awkward boyfrand circle in his own way...]

Yes, you do. And you want to get stuck in one with me. And you want to roll around with me in it.

And which suit do you suggest I ruin doing this? The Zegna? The Boateng?

[Drier than the Sahara.]

Whichever one you like the least.

[Not budging.]

I like all my suits.

I'm not rolling around in a shapeless excuse for a robe with you, Zatanna.

Oh, come on. It'll be fun. We can get take-out and you can tell me to stop eating it and make me feel bad and maybe watch a movie.

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