[Cleo's eyes flutter closed, and even though it's a simple, chaste kiss, it's better than anyone she's kissed since she can remember. There's a feeling in her stomach that's either carsickness or butterflies, but she's pretty sure it's the butterflies. Penny's hand covers hers, and Cleo lets the world around them, the bus, the Vengaboys all fade away. When they pull back, she smiles, her voice uncharacteristically soft.]
Yeah. You did a really good job. I couldn't tell you were a robot at all.
[That phrasing sure hits close to home, though, in a very sudden moment of clarity. That how closely they've bonded might not be so unexpected after all.]
[Penny leans in, resting her forehead against Cleo, eyes closed.]
[But then a few seconds later her eyes snap wide.]
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Yeah. You did a really good job. I couldn't tell you were a robot at all.
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[That was really nice, but how do.]
...I couldn't tell you were a clone at all?
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Thanks. Penny, you make me feel....totally original.
[It's something she's just now realized she's always wanted. To feel like her own person. Not just a copy.]
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[That phrasing sure hits close to home, though, in a very sudden moment of clarity. That how closely they've bonded might not be so unexpected after all.]
[Penny leans in, resting her forehead against Cleo, eyes closed.]
[But then a few seconds later her eyes snap wide.]
Wait, does that mean there's another Gandhi.