Gilbert: There’ll be no hope for you then.
Gilbert: *GIF of Spiderman scaling a building*
Cordelia: *GIF of Peter Parker: “Why is this happening to me?”*
Gilbert: Cordy-girl, since when are you scared to meet new people? SMH
Cordelia: Just a feeling I had. I like to meet people on my own terms.
Cordelia: AND…
Gilbert: And… !!
Cordelia: And I’m in my pajamas and my hair is wet. You told me to take it easy today and I’m trying. (So this is your fault.) My fuzzy pink robe does not match my hair and that would be a terrible way to meet someone for the first time.
Gilbert: Oh, wow. You have to match your clothes to your hair?
Cordelia: I don’t HAVE to do anything. But yes… sort of I do.
Gilbert: You’ve looked very matchy every time I’ve seen you.
Gilbert: That green hoodie might be my favorite.
Cordelia: Thanks! Can’t go wrong with that one.
Gilbert: He gone yet?
Codelia: IDK. Should I check?
Gilbert: You do you, boo.
Cordelia: Don’t ever say that again.
Gilbert: Noted.
Gilbert: I thought I’d try it, but it’s not a good one for me.
Cordelia: Is it for anyone? I feel like it’s not…
Gilbert: Tell me more. You sound torn.
Cordelia: Yes, Mr. Therapist. But do you know what I mean? How people type random epithets with ever so many !!! and for all we know, on the other end of the screen they’re BORED OUT OF THEIR EVER-LOVING MIND. Their thumbs are tap tap tap and their heart’s not in it. “You do you, boo!”
Gilbert: Girl, I’m dead!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA
Cordelia: See! Now I believe nothing. You’re actually stuffing your face with lame cellist food wishing I’d stop talking.
Gilbert: That is my food of choice. You are all-knowing.
Cordelia: Maybe this is a girl problem? Where my homies at? Can I say homies? Is that still a thing?
Gilbert: Define homies and I’ll let you know… girl.
Gilbert: Heyo! Cam’s calling. I’ll lure him away.
Cordelia: Lands to the living! You could have literally done that any time.
Cordelia: Let me know when it’s safe to spy from my window again.