Felicity makes fun of Oliver's snoring but is actually happy about it cause it means he'a sleeping well.

"You look like hell," Laurel observed once Felicity sat down on the sofa in her office.

"Tell me about it," Felicity muttered with a grimace. "Oliver snores like there's no tomorrow."

That caused Laurel to chuckle, "Yeah, he does that. Although, it didn't use to keep me up at night." she mused.

When they first became friends, talking about Oliver and all topics regarding him, really, were incredibly awkward. Felicity felt uncomfortable discussing anything Oliver-related with Laurel for fear that it might bring up bad memories or something. Laurel used to feel like she was overstepping her boundaries.

That was until a ladies' night out - courtesy of Thea Queen - and quite a bit of alcohol solved that problem. It had been Felicity, Laurel, Sara, Thea, Lyla, Nyssa and Sin - who'd just turned eighteen - out in a new club in Starling. Thea, Laurel and Sara were sharing silly stories of Oliver and their past with the rest of the group. Somehow it escalated with Lyla and Felicity sharing some more recent ones and with that the ice between the two women seemed to melt.

Now, when they did discuss Oliver it involved knowing glances, understanding nods and laughter.

With her friend's state in mind, Laurel picked up the phone and asked her assistant to bring some coffee.

"I could kiss you!" Felicity exclaimed happily once Laurel put the phone down.

"Please don't, I don't want Oliver coming to tell me that 'I've failed this city'. And besides, you're pretty and all, but you've got the wrong Lance Sister for this type of action!" Laurel said with a wink.

"I don't think I have the energy to do that anyway," Felicity shrugged.

"That bad, huh?"

Whatever Felicity was about to say next never made it out of her mouth because Laurel's assistant came in carrying two cups of coffee.

"Bless you!" Felicity told him as he placed the steaming purple mug on the coffee table in front of her. "Live long and prosper, you kind, kind human being."

Laurel laughed at her friend. At first she used to find those exclamations a little weird, but now she was used to them, because they made Felicity who she is.

The next few minutes were spent in silence as both women savored the hot beverage.

"Don't get me wrong, Oliver's snores drive me crazy to the point where I am seriously considering kicking him out to the guest bedroom, but at least he's sleeping now…" Felicity trailed off, taking another sip of her coffee.

At Laurel's confused expression, Felicity explained "He used to either stay up all night and then just pass out from pure exhaustion, or he used to lay in bed and watch me sleep like a total creep."

"Like that dude from Twilight?" Laurel asked, snorting.

Felicity pointed a finger at her excitedly "That's what I said!"

They both spent the next five minutes laughing until Laurel's assistant called to remind her that she had a meeting with the mayor.

"Try and kick him in the shin next time he snores, it always worked when I used to do it." Laurel told Felicity. "And let me know how it goes"

Felicity turned back to face her from the door.

"Oh I will. If that doesn't work, I'm crashing at your place."