Though Juniper Peace had adopted a very strange diet excluding meat, Clover didn’t judge those who still indulged in the bloody carcass of a fresh kill. Still, it was not in her nature, so the girl was likely not to change that habit anytime soon, even if it left her unsurprisingly thin. "Well, our group decided to practice not eating meat, though really the choice is yours alone. If you aren’t wasteful, like you said, then I’m sure Mother Earth wouldn’t mind. After all, it’s in our blood to use others for our sustenance." Though, Clover still preferred not to indulge and fought the instincts in her blood.
"Wonderful," Clover chimed, watching as the small flame at the end of the match spread to the end of the joint. She shook the flimsy matchstick, extinguishing the flame while she inhaled off of the joint. When satisfied with her hit, Clover handed the joint to Liliana, smiling as she did so. It wasn’t until the other woman had accepted and brought the white cylinder to her own lips that Clover let the smoke billow from her muzzle as she exhaled. She would always welcome that sweet, calming aroma. "Just perfect," Clover commented, letting her golden gaze wander over the lulling waves of the bay’s waters.
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