Izzie clanked the mixing bowl down onto the counter, splashing bits of brownie batter over the sides, which she started making late that evening.
"He did what!" she asked incredulously.
"He played The Eurythmics. He hates The Eurythmics, but there it was playing in his operating room. I can't believe he did that!" Meredith replied, spooning out a bit of the batter onto her finger.
Izzie giggled, "Oh, I can believe it. He's trying to win you back."
"By playing The Eurythmics? He's trying to win me back by playing a CD?"
"He knows they're your favorite band. So he plays it when he could've chosen something else, but he chose that CD because they are your favorite and he wants you to feel good so you can come back to him and make him feel good," Izzie replied, with a waggle of her eyebrows at that last comment.
"Izzie!" Meredith chided, "If he thinks he can get me back by playing a damn CD, he better think again."
The door to the house suddenly opened and Meredith and Izzie turned their heads to the door, surprised to see Cristina walking into the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" Izzie asked, giving Cristina an odd look.
Cristina, already headed toward the refrigerator, stopped and turned around, "Uh, Burke's at the hospital and I am bored and hungry. So I came over here."
"You couldn't eat something at your apartment?" asked Meredith.
"And miss out on free food from here? I thought for sure that Izzie would have made something," she replied.
"I'll have brownies ready pretty soon. And for the boredom, you should listen to Meredith talk about what McDreamy did today," Izzie said, scooping the batter into a pan.
"Oh, what did Shepherd do?"
Meredith sighed, "He played a CD in the operating room today-"
Izzie interrupted, "Her favorite CD."
Meredith rolled her eyes before saying, "He played The Eurythmics and Izzie thinks he's using that to try and win me back."
"Oh, he so is. And hey, he's got that whole not-a-vet thing going on too," Cristina replied.
"Cristina! Finn's a good guy!" Meredith said.
"Yeah, he's a good guy. Safe. Reliable. Boring. What are you doing Meredith?"
"He's perfect for me, Cristina. He won't hurt me and he makes me feel comfortable around him. I need this in my life."
"That's a load of crap. Meredith, you're a surgeon. You run around all day in an intense, high-pressure atmosphere. I swear everyone in this profession is an adrenaline junkie and you're no exception. You don't do things half-way at the hospital, and now you're telling me that some half-assed relationship is perfect for you? No way in hell I believe that. You chose surgery, not dermatology. Intense and exciting, over secure and really, really boring. That's who you are," Cristina said, exasperated at her friend.
"Why are you saying this to me?"
"Because I am sick and tired of everyone being mopey and depressed. Get yourself together and go get what you want."
"I am with Finn, Cristina. I like him. A lot." Meredith replied, turning away from her and heading towards her room.
