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"You have GOT to be kidding me."

Standing in the open doorway, Cisco stares at the bar shaking his head.

With a sigh he tosses his toolbelt onto a bench beside the doorway and steps through into Milliways, letting the door close behind him.

His annoyance at what he had to go through to get here evaporates quickly, and when he takes a seat at the counter he’s all smiles.

"Hi, Bar. Remember me?"

That is absolutely not a squeal of delight when Bar produces a napkin with a cheerful greeting and a mug of Butterbeer to go along with it, anyone who hears one is clearly just imagining things.

Taking a drink, he turns on his stool to observe the bar at large, wondering just what exactly he can get into this time.

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"No flavor. Really little sensation at all unless I am near starvation." Which happened too often. "Though taking in water can at least feel good, even if I don't have any taste buds."

"Bummer. So what's the tradeoff? You can't eat, can you like, talk to trees? Grow uber tall like a redwood? Awesome topiary skills?"

Surely there must be something to make up for a burger-less existence, right?

"Growth is one ability I have. It has its uses." Like scaring the goddamned Justice League out of the Parliament of Trees' sacred ground. "I can essentially become any plant anywhere, from the redwood to the salad you ate for lunch. Though that one is not a favorite.

"And plants can 'talk' to me but only in the sense that they can let me know when they are in danger, or what is going on around them.

"And beyond all that, I can protect the Green. It's a difficult, thankless task, but it needs to be done."

Cisco makes a face when he hears Alec talk about the salad, but it turns interested as the man goes on.

"Okay, for the most part that all sounds pretty cool. Still, I'd miss food, too."

"I tend not to use the word 'cool' to describe my life that often. But thanks." People in the Bar tend not to be weirded out that much, but Cisco seems incredibly relaxed about this.

Cisco is really good friends with a guy who was struck by lightning and can now run super fast, and he spends at least part of his day taking care of a metahuman prisoner who can turn into a poison gas cloud. As long as Alec doesn't try to kill Cisco or convert him to vegetarianism, Cisco is totally cool with the dude.

"What about booze? Does alcohol have any effect if you like, watered yourself with that?"

"Plants don't get drunk. Some alcohols inhibit growth, others encourage, others have no effect. But our metabolisms don't react to alcohol the way animals do.

"And beer is based on yeast. A fungus. Think about that for a second." It might show that once upon a time, Alec was a professor of botany.

"Oh, ew. Yeah, okay, I gotcha." Certainly nobody wants a yeast infection.

"So, what-- " he starts to ask, then has a thought. "Am I asking too many questions? Because you can totally tell me to stop." He isn't trying to be rude or badger the plant guy.

"You might be asking too many questions, yes. But I can't tell anyone not to be curious." Though he could advocate being discreet.

"Oh, sorry," he says with a wince, then offers, "You can ask me questions, if you want."

To even the score, as it were. Although Cisco doubts he can say anything as interesting about himself as this guy.

"Your questions...they seem to indicate something of a science background." If not an entirely well rounded one. "What do you do for a living?"

"Yeah, I'm a mechanical engineer," he says proudly. "I work for S.T.A.R. Labs in Central City."

"Ahhh." Much is explained. "I don't think I knew anyone at that branch. The botany research was in...let me see if I remember...Atlanta, maybe. Central City...I think the only named I know from there are the McGees. And that's really third or fourth hand, and from a long time ago." The scientific community isn't small, but the people on the cutting edge - which used to includes Alec and Linda Holland - tend to at least know each other.

"Dr. McGee? Yeah, she's pretty cool, over at Mercury Labs," Cisco replies with a nod. "I considered trying for a job there, but then Dr. Wells recruited me"

He wonders if the Dr. McGee he knows of changed labs, or if Cisco is just from a different reality.

"I don't think I know of a Dr. Wells."

"For real?" Cisco asks, surprised, and possibly a touch insulted. "Dr. Harrison Wells? Man is like a mad genius, I mean, he founded S.T.A.R. Labs."

Much becomes clear.

"In your reality, but not mine. I seem to recall a Garrison Slate doing so in my reality, some years back.

"Has someone explains that aspect of the Bar to you?"

"Huh, that's weird," Cisco says with a slight frown.

He thinks about it a moment, then nods. "Yeah, sort of. Like, I get there are people here from different versions of my world. I guess you're one of them."

"There is, from what I know, an infinity of realities, each just a bit different than the next." He can't explain it, though. Physics and cosmology are not his forte, after all.

"Mirror, mirror," Cisco breathes, then louder, "So then I could potentially run into my self here, sporting a goatee and fancy duds."

"I suppose it's possible. But I don't know if that has ever happened." When he has run into alternate versions of people, the versions he knew were never there. "I wouldn't worry about it."

"Oh, I'm no worried, I think it'd be awesome," Cisco says, grinning.

He hesitates a moment later, then allows, "Unless of course other me is actually evil. That would kind of suck."

"Meeting another self is not that impressive. And an other self can be difficult without being evil." He can't say for sure, but he thinks that his other self, the previous version of the Swamp Thing, is making a mess of things for him.

"What? Of course it would be impressive. I don't know about where you're from, but doppelgangers aren't really a thing in my world unless we're talking Elvis impersonators."

Maybe it's not a big deal here when the universe is ending right outside of the window, but Cisco would still be stoked about it.

"Besides that, I'm awesome. Ergo, double me would be doubly-awesome."

"I won't try to explain how I know my doppelganger...call it insider knowledge. But it's fair to say that even if you are, er, awesome, you might not like yourself as much as you expected to." Clearly, Cisco has a very healthy ego. Maybe too much soon.