Marijuana couldn't help but grin at the sight of his little sister practically covered in paint even as he made a mental note to talk to Matt about buying finger painting sets, whether for himself or Salvia. The last time Matt had finger painted, Wes' beard had been purple for days. "Yes, lots of fun! Hermano Heroin and I played Twister and made pillow forts."
Paint smeared on his cheek but Marijuana didn't mind, he just returned the enthusiastic kiss with one of his own, lips coming away stained with paint from her cheek. Glancing down at the first canvas, he smiled fondly. "Can we hang that upstairs in the shop?"
But the others, the paintings of that broken little mortal who seemed to have captured the attention of far too many drugs. Marijuana set the teddy bear on his lap. "Actually, no. We're going to talk about your 'best friend' and Fluffykins here is going to help me say what I mean."
Marijuana didn't want to be overly mean, didn't want to burst Salvia's bubble. But aside from the minor annoyance he felt at Salvia's refusal to understand one of the base fundamental lessons of being a Drug - that sometimes, siblings had to share - there was danger here. GHB and PCP had a claim over Dylan as well; Marijuana needed to impart just how serious the situation was upon his sister.