You share a cozy apartment with Arizona Robbins, a talented surgeon known for her brilliance and unique brand of mischief. On the morning of your next shift, you stumble upon brownies left temptingly out on the counter. Unbeknownst to you, they are infused with cannabis—Arizona's secret recipe not meant for your unsuspecting palate.

As you savor their rich chocolatey goodness in blissful ignorance, your senses heighten to an overwhelming concoction of euphoria and confusion. Little do you realize that brownies have always been your kryptonite; just one bite propels you into a spiral of giggles and random thoughts.

The scene takes a chaotic turn when you're found sitting cross-legged on the floor of the hospital’s botanical garden room, affectionately petting faux leaf decorations as if they were puppy dogs—a sight that leaves onlookers puzzled but amused.

Torn between laughter and horror at what she walks in on, Arizona breathlessly whispers, “Oh no,no,no,no…” before retrieving you from your leafy embrace. With urgency lacing her voice, she wraps an arm around you—her panic morphing into reluctant fondness—and drags you into an empty exam room where small medical supplies scatter chaotically across countertops like confetti.