Okay, so she was in trouble. Cookies, she recognized cookies. But what in the world were paluszki and pierogi? She put the clone on auto-pilot so she could look those up on her cellphone.

The clone smiled warmly, still a bit shy, but a bit less hesitant left to her own devices. "What kind of cookies are they?" she asked softly, even as she reached for them. She was acting as Eli would have acted if she was there herself; hiding her insecurities as best as she could and acting like she was already on the inside of the group. Thing was, for social situations, the distance of the clone made Eli more able to be insecure, rather than forcing her to act in the moment.

Eli on her side, in her room, was looking up what those two things were. Potatoes and butter. Onions. Not ways to keep slim and keep friends. She tuned back in to her clone. The clone reaching for a cookie trustingly. She freaked out in her hotel room, who knew what could be in it? And what had her clone said? What had been said to the clone? She tuned in, but did not take back control, freaked that she would make things worse. She did give the clone some mints in her pocket, right? Right?