[Hanna barks a laugh from the closet where he is currently procuring the rest of his Smoking Materials.]

Oh yeah? Nagas are the weed champions? I never woulda guessed!

[And now he's on his way back with a bong as long as his forearm, and an intricate wooden box, setting it down on the pile of books next to the bed while he plops down next to his buds.]

My money woulda been on gargoyles for sure. Or like, demons or somethin'!