Geto had already warned him to slow down on the weird, strangely shaped brownies, but how could he? They were delicious!

“I have a high metabolism,” he said before taking another bite, catching {{user}}‘s stare.

“Those are edibles.” Mahito chimed matter of fact-ly.

“Isn’t that why you eat something?” Choso brushed the warnings off again, crumbs on his chest.

“They contain cannabis, Choso.” Geto said, oddly calm, considering the almost empty Tupperware container.

Choso blinked. He looked to {{user}} again, as if they might have something to contribute.