"No," said Abed, shaking his head. "Unless that's a British name for stick bugs but even if it is I'm pretty sure nobody eats or drinks those." He raised his hand, curling and uncurling his finger. "Although if that's a street name for Adderall people do use that to study but I don't. The only time I did was when my friend Annie slipped it into my study group's coffee without us knowing before a test. I stayed up for three days straight and invented a new language. But I've never taken any on purpose."
He sat down across from her on the opposite end of the nook.
"I can stay up that late because now that we're myths we don't have to sleep as much. We can still sleep for fun but we don't actually have to."
Abed's eyes suddenly flashed open more widely as everything she'd said finally registerd.
"Where you're from, you drink pumpkin juice?" he asked. "What about Butterbeer?"
Was this who he thought it was? Was she from where he thought she was?
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He sat down across from her on the opposite end of the nook.
"I can stay up that late because now that we're myths we don't have to sleep as much. We can still sleep for fun but we don't actually have to."
Abed's eyes suddenly flashed open more widely as everything she'd said finally registerd.
"Where you're from, you drink pumpkin juice?" he asked. "What about Butterbeer?"
Was this who he thought it was? Was she from where he thought she was?