Jason turned his head as Abby asked him a question and then rapidly backfired, talking herself out of the request. He plucked the head off a daisy and threw it at her.
"What's the stuff?" he asked, more curious than anything. Abby didn't seem the type to have contraband that she was trying to hide, but likewise, if she wanted it not in her room, he had to wonder what it was. And if he knew beforehand, he'd be less tempted to sneak a peek once it was in his room. "Long as it's not gonna blow up, and it's not alive, I don't mind."
He sat up a little to finish his soda, head tipped backwards and throat working as he swallowed almost half the bottle down in one long go. "Why d'you wanna get rid of it?"