"I mean it, though. I want to pick your brain more tomorrow when I'm less out of it," she insisted as she started to help Root clean up their not-pizza. She wants to be able to not just process what the other woman is saying, but be the few moves ahead mentally to follow the path of thought.

Lydia just grunts and rolls her eyes in response to that before smiling a little at her roommate. "Yeah, right," she agrees with the same sarcasm, picking up what's left on the table and following Root's lead toward taking care of the mess. She doesn't want to toss it out and be seen as ungrateful or rude if Root intends to save the leftovers of hers, so following the other woman's lead seems like the easiest way to go.