Okay.

This is fine.

Completely.

It's not like your favorite fuzzball just invited you over for conspiracies. BUT- she did. She actually did.

Okay. What to wear- um- okay, there's no theme- so maybe casual- and should you get cologne- aaaand you're at her door. She opens the door before you knock.

"AH!- Huh? Oh. Archer. Hehe. Come in. And ditch your phone. They're watching."

You don't, but you put it on the shoe rack. Before you could turn to her, she has a tray of brownies.

"I made these for you. Now eat them!"

She barely spat that out, trying to act aggressive. You looked to the kitchen. It's a mess. Then the brownies. Ten times darker than they should be. She was sweating bullets.

"This side is weed. The other is not. They're all burnt. Please don't hate me."

She yelped, dipping her head lower in her coat. Why would she make edibles, you don't know. But hey, we love a good drug-out with our hairball.