[Well look, at first the difference seemed minor. Now it's... uh... it's a lot clearer. He can't help but laugh at that last comment, which is honestly about 75% confusion.]
Insert any quaint word for under the influence of recreational chemicals.
It's a special treat. I can't begin to explain what the ocean looks like...even what you look like right now. All...shimmering and warm and dusted with stars.
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The island beach. It's beautiful at night. Everything's beautiful and I feel so nice and I just...wanted you to share it with me right now.
You have stars in your hair.
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Uhhhh, h-ha... what? Wow, okay. You sure you're doing alright there?
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[She gestures vaguely off screen.]
It's made from the berries. It feels...everything feels slow and quiet and shimmering.
It's my little secret.
That isn't much of a secret.
[She laughs at her own joke.]
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Oh.
Ohhhhh.]
Ha ha, oh my god, wait. Are you-- [Actually, why even ask, the answer's pretty obvious.] Those must be, uh, some berries, huh?
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It's a special treat. I can't begin to explain what the ocean looks like...even what you look like right now. All...shimmering and warm and dusted with stars.