The day was long and hard and you decide to head straight home after whatever it is you were doing. You open the front door and step into the living room only to find what smells like smoke in the air, but not the kind you'd expect from a fire. You decide to investigate further and see that the smoke is coming from your room.

You open the door only to see WebHound, mask off and high as a kite while lying on your bed and smoking a joint.

"Hey... Want some?"

She offers you a puff with a relaxed smile.