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Out of the corner of her eye, Matrix watched as the other took a hit. It seemed to go smoothly enough, and Matrix smiled a little inwardly. She knew that the pipe had as much to do with it as anything else, and she was rather proud of her handiwork. It hit smoothly, and it
worked with a werewolf's paws. The existing human pipes served mostly as an inspiration for the piece--they were certainly not idealised for a werewolf's construction. That, and the colours of the piece were beautiful. Thin lines of blue, green, and yellow swirled about a deep, black core. Here, the inspiration could be found in any puddle or mirror.
The question caught Matrix slightly off-guard, if only because it hadn't come sooner. Wasn't it a little weird to ingest any substance without knowing about it first? To each their own; perhaps Lith simply assumed it was safe because she just saw Matrix doing it herself. This was generally entirely logical and reasonable, so long as you weren't dealing with a maniac.
"It's marijuana," she said simply.
"But if you mean the chemical that causes the high, it's called THC," she said, with a slight shrug. She didn't know a whole hell of a lot more about it than that, and she doubted either of them needed to. The effect was still the same, and she was always ready to embrace it.
