Even though Salvia had found the rhythm necessary to propel herself, Marijuana kept pushing because it was fun and because he wanted to make her go as high as possible. "Well, I've smoked your substance, Hermanita, and you've smoked mine. Even if we weren't siblings, we'd be connected because of it." He took a moment as she swung toward the sky to rub his gloved fingers together, needing the warmth that the slight friction gave him before he began to push again.
"But I get what you mean. Our plants are different, my dearest sister, but we'd be even more connected if we were both in our plant forms." Still pushing, Marijuana took a moment to ruffle his sister's hair before she swung forward again, feeling happy; simply happy, and that was rather rare for him, especially when he wasn't with Heroin.
Marijuana laughed brightly. "If you'd like! We would have to get pretty high for even me to like it, but when you reach that perfect stage of being so high that you could spend half an hour staring at the back of your hand, Oreo Pizza is the best thing in the world."