Well - the bad news is I can't cook, so this is about as good as it gets. But the good news is our second date can't possibly be worse.
[ Half a can of cold Spaghettios isn't a meal, but they need to make it last, so they have to be careful with how quickly they go through their little stash. Chrissy, however, doesn't even want to eat that much. Eddie could eat the whole thing and then some, and she seems keen to give it away - but he doesn't want to take it.
He shakes his head, nudges her leg with his knee. ]
Just leave it - you'll probably want more after you've smoked. Trust me.
[ Eddie scrapes the last of his share from the empty can and sets it and Chrissy's bowl aside, then gets up to grab the lunchbox he keeps his weed in so he can fulfill his promise to her. He sits cross-legged on the floor and lays everything out, cracking his knuckles before he gets to work. ]
You said you've never smoked before, right? Full disclosure - your lungs are not gonna be happy with you. You'll forget all about that part once it really hits, though.
[ He may or may not be trying to show off his joint-rolling skills, though he's not sure Chrissy has much point of comparison. ]
You, uh... Wanna pick a tape out and we can listen to it while we smoke?
[ Should they be making a lot of noise or drawing attention to the house? No. But nobody all the way out here's gonna hear a little Iron Maiden on Rick's shitty tape deck. ]
no subject
[ Half a can of cold Spaghettios isn't a meal, but they need to make it last, so they have to be careful with how quickly they go through their little stash. Chrissy, however, doesn't even want to eat that much. Eddie could eat the whole thing and then some, and she seems keen to give it away - but he doesn't want to take it.
He shakes his head, nudges her leg with his knee. ]
Just leave it - you'll probably want more after you've smoked. Trust me.
[ Eddie scrapes the last of his share from the empty can and sets it and Chrissy's bowl aside, then gets up to grab the lunchbox he keeps his weed in so he can fulfill his promise to her. He sits cross-legged on the floor and lays everything out, cracking his knuckles before he gets to work. ]
You said you've never smoked before, right? Full disclosure - your lungs are not gonna be happy with you. You'll forget all about that part once it really hits, though.
[ He may or may not be trying to show off his joint-rolling skills, though he's not sure Chrissy has much point of comparison. ]
You, uh... Wanna pick a tape out and we can listen to it while we smoke?
[ Should they be making a lot of noise or drawing attention to the house? No. But nobody all the way out here's gonna hear a little Iron Maiden on Rick's shitty tape deck. ]