"I can wait!" Marijuana said happily, flashing her a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes as he turned his gaze away from her and down toward the painting again. "We can hang it on the basement door, so I see it every time I come downstairs, so everyone sees it." He shifted in the dirt as she continued to speak, pursing his lips.
"You can have oil paints, sister." He said distractedly, a hand tracing over the soft plush of the teddy bear, a voice in the back of his head telling him that, really, he'd have to apologize profusely to Matt for destroying his teddy bear.
"But let's talk about Dylan. I know he said he likes you best but..." Marijuana sighed. "See, Hermanita, sometimes mortals take more than one drug. It's a fact of life and-" Marijuana pursed his lips even further. "And you and I, Salvia, we aren't addictive. Sharing with our brothers and sisters is just as much a fact of life, of existence, as the fact that mortals consume more than one substance. Dylan has taken other drugs, addictive drugs. And if you fight your siblings in order to make him solely yours, do you know what could happen to Dylan?"
Marijuana sighed, extended the teddy bear. "Here. Pretend this is Dylan and hold onto one of his arms."