"You can't stand to get your head out of science even if it's turned to a giant demon and tried to chase you out, Fred," she says fondly, reaching out to place a hand on her arm. "Don't worry, though. Giving you a makeover's not gonna be any problem, anyway."

Cordelia then shakes her head. "Oh, no. No sleeping for me. I'm not sure how long I've been knocked out, but... yeah. Very much yes on the movie-marathon-sleepover thing. Should I call Wes?"

There it was, her segue to a very important topic of Fred and Wesley. ...at least, to her, it was.