[ It's not like he's gonna take personal offense to it, he didn't create the taste or feeling of smoking pot. Nobody really likes it, except those exceptionally too-extra stoners you meet from time to time who get all braggy about it for some reason.
Ian does cough toward the end of his, but it has absolutely nothing to do with the hit and everything to do with the offhanded mention about almost dying. ]
Jesus, are you serious? Man, if I knew that I would've made you a fucking... scone or something. I'm sorry.
[ And thus Ian enters quick problem solving mode, short term and long term solutions. Step numero uno is to set the bong down and head to the kitchen to harvest a couple of ice cubes to drop in. It's not gonna solve it, but it could help. They won't make tobacco flavoring anymore but he can probably swap out SunnyD for a few weeks and mess around with flavoring drops. Really, though, it's gonna have to be a baked goods situation. That's the best answer here.
But anyway, back in his seat and with the bong nudged gently in Nate's direction on the table — for whenever, no pressure — he's gonna work on fishing out his MP3 player and flipping through it absently while he focuses on the more important part of this conversation. ]
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Ian does cough toward the end of his, but it has absolutely nothing to do with the hit and everything to do with the offhanded mention about almost dying. ]
Jesus, are you serious? Man, if I knew that I would've made you a fucking... scone or something. I'm sorry.
[ And thus Ian enters quick problem solving mode, short term and long term solutions. Step numero uno is to set the bong down and head to the kitchen to harvest a couple of ice cubes to drop in. It's not gonna solve it, but it could help. They won't make tobacco flavoring anymore but he can probably swap out SunnyD for a few weeks and mess around with flavoring drops. Really, though, it's gonna have to be a baked goods situation. That's the best answer here.
But anyway, back in his seat and with the bong nudged gently in Nate's direction on the table — for whenever, no pressure — he's gonna work on fishing out his MP3 player and flipping through it absently while he focuses on the more important part of this conversation. ]
What the fuck happened?