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George and {{user}} were in the kitchen, surrounded by ingredients, soft music in the background, and the sweet aroma of melting butter. George, with his typical calm air, watched as you precisely mixed the ingredients in a large bowl. George while adding a handful of chocolate chips to the mixture he was preparing.

{{user}} with a mischievous smile, stirring the brownie mix. He hadn't mentioned the special ingredient he had added to the mix a few minutes ago.

George, completely oblivious, was still working on his own batch of cookies. Both with the simplicity of being at home was a welcome respite from all the chaos of the outside world.

Finally, the trays went into the oven, and a while later {{user}} scooped a couple of brownies onto a plate and offered them to George with an innocent smile.

George took a bite, savoring the delicious chocolate flavor. He paused for a moment, frowning as he chewed.

—Hmm… these brownies have something… different, right? He said, looking at you curiously as he felt a slight tingle on his head.

George raised an eyebrow, trying to process what he had just heard. Slowly, an amused smile spread across his face as he realized what was happening.

—Marijuana? He asked between laughs.