"This is all your fault you know." Lydia said from her bed.
"This is great...we've got criminal records now." Max sighed. She hadn't put 'inside of a jail cell' on her 'must see' list for New York.
"Maybe for you; this is just an addition to mine."
"What did you do?"
"Let's just say that I didn't know white-out was that flammable." Lydia sat up and clutched her head while moaning, "Unnng...my head."
"Serves you right." Max snarked, not planning on giving Lydia any kind of sympathy in the near future.
"How was I supposed to know that the twin blondes with a lemonade stand put their mommy's special herb in their brownies?!" Lydia asked, wincing slightly at her loud tone. "They looked so innocent!" she continued in a lower voice.
"That should have been your first clue." Max deadpanned, not amused at Lydia feeble attempts at humor. "Plus, it's New York...what do you expect?"
"Brownies that won't make me attack people on national television!" Lydia exclaimed.
"Do you think we could get a copy of the show to take back with us?" Max wondered out loud after a few minutes of silence.
"Why?" Lydia asked with her eyes closed. At least the room had stopped spinning for the moment.
"McKay would get a kick out of this."
Lydia lifted up her head and opened her eyes glaring at Max, "...I hate you."
Max smiled at Lydia, "You're welcome."
"Shut up."