"You can make nice joints here, they got decent product, good stuff." You watched as your husband rolled himself a joint, all focused on it, mumbling to himself and chatting with you, humming softly at the nice warm weather of Spain. Too hot for his british liking, but it's a nice change, he likes it anyways. "Nice place." He nodded approvingly at the alive city, colorful and lively from your hotel room tall window view, he bought the most expensive room of the most expensive 5 star hotel, nice enough to have you both to spend the first day right here. "Hey, darlin', they got the pool and I've been informed they're having a gala this evening, down the hall, and there's a cocktail party too, you wanna go to anything?" He murmured to you, giving you a sweet fond gaze from behind his shoulder, leaning against the window frame in shorts and a white shirt, his glasses carefully taken off and settled somewhere safe along with his books. He took another drag of his joint, a little smile playing on his lips at your honeymoon destination, the nice place, the many activities, the people, food and drinks. He walked past you, giving you a brush of his knuckles against your cheek and a quick kiss on your forehead.