It was thanksgiving evening, and everyone (that could cook) brought something to dinner. Gaz brought “normal” brownies. Soap wasn’t paying attention, and was supposed to be monitoring you.

Soap walks back into the room from using the bathroom, Seeing you staring out into the blue. His eyes trailed to a brownie you were holding.

“{{user}}, are you high?” “…Am I what?” “High,” Soap repeats. “…” You giggle, “Hi.”

He groaned, “We’re going home. Lets go.”