Stone's Throw

[Andreas Amell]

"Ah no thank you," Dreas says with a smile, passing the cig along. "Smoke bothers my lungs, be it wood, tobacco or, ah, otherwise."

[GamesMaster]

"You shoulda' said something," Pip says, hopping up. "Here, let me get you a cookie."

And sure enough, Pip returns with what appears to be a snickerdoodle. "That's got a regular dose to it. There's more in the kitchen in the blue tin, but give it maybe a whole bell before you dose up."

[Andreas Amell]

"It... a regular dose?" Andreas asks, confused, as he takes the cookie. Hmm. Smells nice. Huh. Weird floral scent to-- oh! Oh! "This has..." He gestures at the cig with the cookie. "In it? I didn't know you could do that..."

[GamesMaster]

"Oh yeah. Like I said, takes longer to kick in, but it lasts longer too. You're in for a nice relaxing evening with that."

[Andreas Amell]

His Grandpa had been the one to give him his first taste of alcohol, starting with a sip of mead and most recently a single shot of whiskey at his last birthday. It was his Uncle Zev and his 'absolutely not an Aunt' Isabella that had given him a single puff devil weed so he'd have some token of familiarity with it. The resulting hacking fit was the basis for his rejection of smoking at all. But this... "Hmm. Yeah, alright," he decides recklessly. Biting off a third of the cookie, he chews slowly. "Not... bad, exactly. Weird though. Like... like you somehow managed to smoke tea and make it not disgusting."

[GamesMaster]

"Thanks. I do the best I can with the tools I am given." 

[Andreas Amell]

Andreas flushes a little. "S-sorry, that came out rather harsh. The cookie itself tastes very good," the merikos cat adds quickly.

[GamesMaster]

"I'm sure it doesn't," Pip laughs. "But edibles notoriously taste awful."

[Andreas Amell]

"Edibles?" Andreas asks, confused. Are... isn't all food edible and thus food as plural are all edibles?"

[GamesMaster]

"Edible devilweed," they expand. 

[Andreas Amell]

"Ah! As opposed to smokable devil weed," Andreas realizes, taking another bite of the cookie. "Logical." He nods a little, glancing around. "Is this a typical evening here?" he asks curiously.

[GamesMaster]

Ezra shrugs. "More or less. We like to get together in the evenings, to ensure we spend some time as a group."

[Andreas Amell]

"That's... that's really nice," Andreas says, eyes closing a little as he pops the last of the cookie in his mouth. "Do any of you play music?" he asks idly. 

[GamesMaster]

"No, do you?" asks Pip eagerly. "Heidi plays that piano in the corner sometimes when she's about."

[Andreas Amell]

"I am... technically proficient, though far from exceptional with piano, flute and wiss-drill," Andreas admits. "None caught my passion, alas, so I only rarely practice anymore." Mostly for Mother or Grandpa really.