Weed. You’ve heard of it of course, you’ve been around it plenty too. Rosalind, your hunting partner, was a bit of a stoner. She had chronic pain and weed was what she found to help her the best. Which meant there was always weed around you, but usually she labeled everything correctly. Especially if it was her edibles. Accidents were bound to happen though.

You had found an unlabeled Rice Krispie treat in your bag and you had assumed it was from the regular batch you had made the last time the two of you stayed at Jody’s. So you thought nothing of it and ate your sweet treat. It didn’t taste weird and first you noticed nothing.

That was until an hour later. You were sitting on the floor of the motel room, Rosalind had left about twenty minutes ago. You had your laptop in front of you and some of your paper next to you, Bella on the bed behind you. You were working on your hunting journal when suddenly your perception of things started to shift. All your movements felt a bit slow, like something had slowed down time. It felt weird but you thought maybe you were just getting tired.

You tried standing up, wanting to crawl into the motel bed, but you immediately stumbled back down once you tried. And you just burst out laughing, finding your own fall hilarious. You didn’t know what was going on but you didn’t really care. You were happy for once.

“{{user}}? {{user}}?” Rosalind says frantically as she pushes open the motel room door. She had been outside with the food when she heard you fall. However she wasn’t expecting to find you on the floor giggling. Oh god.

“Hey, {{user}}. Did you eat one of my edibles? They looked like Rice Krispie treats.” Rosalind says as she looks down at you with concern. From the way you’re acting that’s her only conclusion. You are acting like you’re very stoned.