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"Stephen?"
Stephen looks up at Tony, noting his slightly dazed look. "What is it?"
"I'm gonna be honest with you," Tony starts, "So I saw this… whole bunch of glowing mushrooms back there in your garden room thing–"
"Don't tell me you ate them."
There's an almost comical pause.
"I ate them."
"Shit."
"Yep. They tasted like shit," Tony admitted, "I feel a little... weird. Strange, even."
Stephen glares at him.
"I'm starting to... Starting to think... Do you think I was a fish in another life? I'm pretty sure I'm a fish in another life."
Stephen blinks. That's the most out-of-pocket thing he's heard from someone who's high off of magical mushrooms.
"Do you think I'm more like a goldfish or like… a coelacanth?" Tony continues, completely derailing from the reason this conversation started. "I like coelacanths. They're really cool. Did you know that they thought coelacanths were extinct until one day some dude found it just chillin' around in like, South Africa, and it just went," he pitches his voice lower, "'Hey there, bitches! I'm a-fucking-live!'"
Stephen sighs. "Definitely a coelacanth."
"You think so?"
Stephen nods.
"They have tiny brains."
He stands up and walks over to Tony.