"That's a good thing. What kind of parents would they be if they sat around the house smoking pot all the time and interfering with your life?" She took a bite and chewed suspiciously. He was right. They were fine. She had successfully baked a batch of cookies that didn't make her want to vomit.
"Well, thank you. 'Just fine' is the best compliment I've ever had about my cooking." She grinned and poked him in his side.