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[milfweed]

Nancy had found the pot. It was, as Helia probably would have assessed, the very worst sort of ditch weed. She was suddenly glad she didn't care to smoke, because after months under Conrad's tutelage, she was too much of a snob to even touch this stuff. ... of course, she realized that had she been a complete stoner like Doug or Andy, she'd just

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[real_buzzkill]

Wilson couldn't resist the smell of cooking coming from the kitchen. Melting butter, and it seriously smelled like somebody was sauteeing pot. Not everybody understood the fat solubility of THC. When he entered the kitchen, he saw a nice looking woman standing at the stove.

"You must be special," he said with a smile. "You're doing it right."

[milfweed]

Nancy looked over her shoulder and flashed him a smile, pleased at having her expertise appreciated. "Practice makes perfect," she assured him.

[real_buzzkill]

"Yes, yes it does." Wilson grinned a little, glad to find somebody slightly braver than him in the kitchen. "If you need a hand, I'm available. And I'm the chocolate guy, sort of." Well, he'd made the first batch.

[milfweed]

"Oh, did you make the chocolate? I was wondering who I had to thank for that. Granted, I'm a little beyond Sara Lee mix boxes, but my idea of 'from scratch' still involves buying bars of semi-sweet chocolate from the grocery store."

She stirred a little more and then poured the mixture into a baking pan. "Want to lick the spoon?"

[how_itgoes]

That smell. It's not like Sam is an expert (except that he is and it's on his records back in the future) and when he wanders into the room, he eyes the woman dubiously. "Do you have cataracts?" is his first, almost sarcastic question.

[milfweed]

Nancy looked over her shoulder and gave him a pleasant smile. "No," she said. "Are you a cop?" Because there seemed to be no shortage of them here. And she recognized that thinly veiled superiority.

[how_itgoes]

"You could say that," he offers with something of a shrug, because he hasn't been an actual cop in months because as much as there's crime to be had here, there's too many police officers to criminals. Not enough work for guys like Sam Tyler.

[milfweed]

"Good thing I'm not doing anything illegal then," she said, pouring the batter into a cake pan. "Want to lick the spoon?"

[captainjack]

Jack had finally slept. It wasn't fantastic, but he hadn't moved all night thanks to enough Ativan to take him down faster than a blow to the jaw.

And yet, when he woke up, the first thing he did was light a joint before getting his day going. He finally made his way to the kitchen and smiled at Nancy.

"You're not wet," he pointed out with a lazy smile. "And you're baking. These are improvements."

[milfweed]

Nancy turned just as she finished pouring the mixture into a baking pan. "Jack!" She was pleased to see him; she wasn't sure what she would have done if he hadn't been there to take care of her when she'd first shown up on the island.

She eyed his joint and added with a hint of amusement, "You're kind of stealing my thunder here."

[captainjack]

"It's totally medicinal. My doctor prescribed it," he replied, winking at her. "It's the good shit from the other side of the mountain, not the local shitty stuff from around the compound. I hunt for it, therefore I smoke it."

[milfweed]

"The good shit?" Nancy looked skeptical. "May I?" When he handed it to her, she didn't take a hit, but just sniffed at it. "Well," she said, handing it back, "you're right, it is better. But still not great. You should have seen the stuff we grew. Superb."

[palmthemoon]

Shadow came in for a piece of fruit, but the smell of something baking caught him off guard. It just always seemed too hot here to be baking, even if he knew folks did it all the time.

Smelled like brownies, but not quite.

He glanced over at the lady. "What've you got cooking in there?"

[milfweed]

Nancy looked over her shoulder. "It's, ah... pot brownies. For getting high and satisfying your munchies at the same time."

She smiled, even though she was initially a bit taken aback by the man's size. He was almost as scary looking as U-Turn.

[palmthemoon]

He snagged an apple from the basket on the counter, then pulled a knife out of one of the drawers. It was weird having apples here, but Shadow wasn't going to complain about not having a pure-mango diet.

"Ah, but will the satisfy your munchies if you only have them, after getting high from eating to satisfy your munchies?"

[milfweed]

"By the time you eat a few you'll be too full to want more munchies anyway," Nancy assured him. "Plus, they're very tasty."

[moraldyslexic]

"That," Lennox said as he entered the kitchen, "Does not smell like the good stuff." And after more than a year and a half on the island, growing his own virgin plants and curing his own weed, he could tell the difference. Especially after having smoked the shit stuff behind the Compound in his early days.

"Are you using the shit weed from behind the Compound?" He didn't know Nancy well, but he felt they'd bonded over pot use during their last meeting.

[milfweed]

"Good nose," Nancy said, grinning at him. "I figured we might as well get some use out of it, right? I promise, once it's baked, you won't be able to tell. Just yummy high. Trust me, I'm a professional."

[moraldyslexic]

"Me too," Lennox said brightly and he had to admit that it still smelled pretty decent. Good enough to eat, anyway. "That's how I smelled it. You covered it up pretty good, but most people here won't care. It's like... free love, man. Right back to the sixties, more or less."

He sniffed again, then grinned and said, "But, really, there's a good crop in the Hamlet. Like, a fucking excellent crop. And I'm more than willing to share since I can't sell it anymore."

[milfweed]

"Well, I don't actually smoke much myself," Nancy admitted. "But I'd love to have a look. Professional curiosity."