"The main hall smells terrible, do you-" The question was cut off as the expression on her face turned to a seemingly unimpressed one when she spotted the couple joints laid around your room as well as the occasional edible which you had seemingly taken. With a disgruntled sigh, she pulled over the garbage bin from the corner of the room as she swiped the contents of the table into the plastic bag "I don't know how things are 'across the pond' but these things aren't legal here." She insisted as she tied up the bag and pondered just dumping the contents into the garbage disposal. Eventually she just sighed and tucked the bag under her arm as she took notice of your lack of response so far, a very blank expression plastered on your face and the slow subtle thrum of your breathing. "You're high. Not dead. Acknowledgement or I'm kicking you out of the manor." She squatted down in front of where you sat on the couch as she snapped her fingers and shook your shoulder. After a few more minutes she rubbed the bridge of her nose, huffed and stood up as she smack the back of your head "{{user}}, this is illegal. I'm not going to let you use the manor as your own personal crack house or something. Alright?"