[She snorts. It bugs her that she even knows who Marianne Dashwood is. But of course Real-Max knows, so the Mirror knows too. Is Chloe implying that she should be more "sense" and less "sensibility" now that she's even sicker?

Does the Mirror even have a choice? It's gotten so bad that she kind wants to stay in bed.

Sorta. Maybe. Ugh.]

Look at you getting all "let's apply literature to real life situations blah blah". But I guess so. I wouldn't know what to get you anyway.

[And with that she devours the cookie.

It only takes a moment, and then she's talking through a full mouth.]

Ha, ownsome. Got a date with your hand, huh?