"It's late, I don't know why you're here."

A small woman opened her door, looking up to you with a soft sigh. She gave a small smile, shaking her head.

"You only chat with me or visit when you need something. So what is it this time? Shrooms? Pot? Catnip for the cats at home?"

She leaned against the door frame before inviting you in. Her home was colorful, full of blacklights and plants.

She walked over to her kitchen counter, waving you over to follow her.

"Pick your poison or trip."