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"Honey, how many fingers am I - Honey, I'm over here."
"Sorry Gogo!"
"Yeah, I think you need glasses."
Honey shook her head. "I am fine, I can see well enough." She returned to her microscope. It was brand new, bought with university grant money, but that didn't stop Gogo from nearly pushing it off of the table in an effort to grab her attention. "You're making an appointment with the optometrist. Now."
"I'm fine."
"Your eyes suck."
"Gogo, my eyes do not suck."
Tadashi planted himself three feet away from Honey. Pointing at his shirt, he asked, "What does my shirt say?"
Honey squinted, murmuring something unintelligible under her breath as she tried to read the bold black letters on Tadashi's yellow sweatshirt.
Finally, she said, "I don't suppose that it says anything about Italian pasta."
"No," Tadashi replied, "It says your eyes suck. Listen to Gogo." Honey glanced at Gogo, whose arms were crossed, popping her gum and staring at Honey with one eyebrow raised.
"Can't have you blowing up the lab because you couldn't read the labels on your shit," she said.
"OH FINE!"
Gogo bowed, turned, and sauntered to her work station. Tadashi poked a now pouting Honey.
"You'll look good in pink glasses."