Something like that, but I didn't listen. You know me.

(Lucretia does stop pacing but still wrings her hands as she watches him put everything aside, fidgeting subconsciously as he lights the joint and hands it over. How efficent. What would she do without him?

She takes a steadying drag, sighing with her exhale as she passes it back.)

Sorry. Feels kinda good to worry about something else for a change, you know? Figured I may as well lean into it.