"You do not like girls in the whole way that you like boys. Kind of like Hermano." Salvia shrugged as she gave the explanation. It wasn't something she completely understood, despite Marijuana's attempts to explain it all to her. What was the point of attraction if not to reproduce? She couldn't quite say that she knew the answer to that question, but she was certainly willing to explore opportunities given how much she liked Dylan.
When he asked about the drugs she nodded and began searching her pockets. Very rarely did she leave home without at least some, thought it was harder now. Why did men only allow themselves pockets and not purses? She missed her girly, lady-bug bag.
"Here," she finally thrust a small bag in Dylan's direction. "I still do not understand why you would ever pay for it. You do not have to. I do not understand why people pay for Hermano either. We come out of the ground."