[Don't mind Maya quenching the cherry on that joint in Hanna's bowl— it's avoiding waste, you see— as if she's worried the darn thing will burn down before anyone else gets to smoke it. Which at this point, Could happen.
She very nearly almost tips the gosh dang bong over when she flinches, holding back a snort after what Merlin says. Hay for brains...]
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She very nearly almost tips the gosh dang bong over when she flinches, holding back a snort after what Merlin says. Hay for brains...]