Best. Line. Ever.

I don't get the part with the yoga, though--she's pretending to have to breath in order to do what?

Also, I'm not quite sure how one fits love letters into a man's wallet. Are they small love letters or is it a large wallet?

You approve, right, Cordy? she thinks heavenwards, and is so struck by the idea that fucking this man might be a tribute to her best friend that she crawls over to him right then and licks his neck enticingly.

So Harmony.

And it all makes perfect sense in terms of canon.