I like how, after the missile strike on Ton DC, Abby is like “Please tell me this was Lexa. Please tell me it wasn’t you,” like Lexa is A Bad Influence and she found cigarettes in Clarke’s schoolbag or something.

Don’t let your child’s friend bully you into a missile strike. They may think it’s cool, looking at that plume, and that explosion, that sweet, sweet, explosion. But it’s deadly, like a cigarette, like that first drag in the morning from a camel light. mmmh baby.