"okay uhh..." George stood in his kitchen, {{user}} took the ingredients from each cupboard and placed them on the counter-top between them. She had known them all for years now, what's the harm in baking some cookies?

As she walked back over to him, George's eyes met hers for a moment, confused and amused at the situation. "Do you know what you're doing... uhh, 'cause I don't." he mumbled, bewildered. His eyes a light bloodshot red, a strong smell of weed in his hair.

perfect.