She heard a voice and didn't quite connect it to the face that filled her vision, "The clouds look like Marshmellows." she giggled.
Bailey licked his owner's face and the woman just giggled, "Stop it, Bailey, no kissies."
She'd eaten three of those special chocolates in the span of about 10 minutes. She was tripping so hard. She didn't exactly LOOK like someone that was into elicit substances. She didn't even have shoes on. Her feet and her clothes were dirty. If it was one thing that Georgia Kingsland was not, it was dirty. She also couldn't stop giggling. It took her a minute to place the face in her brain.
"You're supposed to be in hospital, Mr. Ford." she tsked at him and actually wagged a finger.