( hahaha yeah she's totally fine; her shoulders rise and drop with fleeting, silently laughter, a smile tugging the corners of her mouth, before she picks up that moonshine and drains about two thirds of it in one pull. Eyes shut, letting the heat of it sink into her theist, her chest, her gut. )

You're built for frolicking in a field of poppies and making friendship bracelets out of hemp,

( fondly, but like. Seriously Cosima, do u even lift? ) Snow fort, okay. Let me guess, there's a dark force rising and we need to collect seven dragon stones and defeat otherworldly monsters with pluck and the power of friendship?