Classic had always been lazily charismatic but the pull Marijuana felt at her friend's presence was magnified in her new form. Hippie didn't feel much different, although there was a marked sense of an even deeper kinship between the two goddesses, and Marijuana focused on her first, returning the hug happily and brushing a brief kiss over Hippie's cheek before raising an eyebrow up at Classic. "You should know me, darling." She replied with a dry, humourous tone in her voice as she untangled herself from Hippie.
It was hard to resist drawing closer to Classic so she didn't; Marijuana ended up leaning against his side and standing up on the tips of her toes to press a friendly kiss to his cheek as well. But she was soon pulling away, for the most part, reaching out to grasp one hand of each of her friends, tugging them toward the couch.
"And, well..." She gave Hippie a wicked little smirk as she flopped down in the middle of the couch. "He has to keep his hands off sometimes, otherwise neither of us would get any work done." Waiting for her friends to sit, she reached forward to pick up a joint, calling up the sparks of a nation's worth of lighter flares to light it with her fingertip before offering it up to Hippie.
"I baked." She seemed proud of herself as she gestured to the rather creative brownies. "And I figured we should get nice and baked before trying to narrow down the songs for our set list."