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Gym, morning

After Maths, Cameron headed down to the gym. He really wasn't spending enough time in here as of late, he had some catching up to do.

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She nods. "You know the other me?" she says. "She crashed and died in a frozen lake. Funny, that. That doesn't mean it's going to happen to me."

He goes quiet at her remark and watches the bag swing back and forth because of his last hit. "I don't like winter."

"Then don't like it," she says, "but I don't know what that has to do with anything."

He tilts his head, frowning. "I don't like it. I don't like the cold. I don't like how when I wake up, I'm still freezing. It feels real, what they showed me feels real as much as anything here feels real. And the only fucking proof I have that this isn't some new illusion they're feeding me is that no one died last Friday."

"I'm really not trying to make light of this, but did those illusions include weetiny bunnies?" she asks.

"What?" He stares at her.

"There were tiny bunnies that attacked people with hugs," Aeryn tells him. "Do you really think these Ori are capable of coming up with something like that?"

Cameron opens his mouth to argue, but closes it again and blinks as he considers this. Then he laughs, because he has to. "No, I suppose not."

"Congratulations, you're where it's real," she says. "Welcome back."

Cameron's still shaking his head because she just won using weetiny bunnies. "Thanks, I missed your logic."

"I can't believe I actually said 'weetiny bunnies'."

"It was for a good cause?"

Aeryn rubs at her forehead. "It was," she admits, but still.

"I'll make it up to you," he promises even if he has no clue how you make up for someone saying 'weetiny bunnies'.

"I... don't think I want to know how," says Aeryn, who's thinking the same thing.

"Chocolate? It's supposedly one of our perks," he says.

"It's a start," she says. She's not much of a chocolate fan, but it's easy.

"We'll figure something out," he nods. "I might let you kick my ass or squash some of my paper towels."

"I would do that anyway."

"Right, of course. Give me some time to brainstorm and I'll think of something," he says as he pulls off his gloves.

"Good," she says, standing from the machine. "Giving up on the bag?"

"For now," he waves a hand at it. "All yours."

"It's about time," she grins.

Smiling, he makes a slight bow. "I apologise. I will let you get some quality time in with the bag."

She shakes her head. "I'm paying attention to the bag now. I'll see you later."

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