"Sure, that sounds like fun!"
From Create Your Own Story
Seemingly from nowhere Andrew produces an ornate wooden box. The box is made of a deeply oiled dark and lustrous wood inlaid with an elegant marijuana leaf of iridescent mother of pearl. Alice watches with mild apprehension as Andrew undoes the top buttons of his baggy golf-shirt expecting flabby man-boobs. To her surprise she notices a ripple of well defined if rather pale pectoral muscle. "Wow, maybe he's not so gross under all that baggy geek clothing." Alice thinks to herself. Withdrawing an ancient looking skeleton key hung upon a leather thong from within his shirt. Andrew unlocks the box, slipping the key back inside his shirt. As he opens the box a golden glow shines out from within, and the sounds of angels singing can be heard. Andrew chuckles and reaches inside the box flipping a well concealed toggle switch. "This was my final grade 12 shop project. I spent the entire semester on it, and I may have gone a bit overboard." The lights and sounds stop and the box switches to a warm white light, showcasing the well presented contents within.
Nestled in verdant green crushed felt lay half a dozen small glass jars with rubber sealed snap lids, each carefully labeled in an elegant hand with a name. Alice reads's a few of the labels. They have interesting names, like Alaskan Thunder-fuck, Purple haze, and AK-47. The weed in some of the jars is light green, interlaced with brown hairlike parts, and covered in a crystalline powder. Another jar contains purple buds so deeply colored it almost seems black. Andrew pulls the top layer of the box out and slides it carefully onto the desk, ignoring the CDS and other junk displaced by the box.
"Have you ever smoked before?" Andrew asks.
Well Alice?
