Roz scoffed a little at Donnie's question and set the bar back on the rack. Sitting up and swinging her leg over the bench, she faced him. "Spotters are for weaklings," Rosie said as she fixed her tangled braid and jokingly eyed Donnie as if to suggest that he would fit that description.
"How come you're not lifting with me? Growing lazier by the year, eh?" She poked at his stomach playfully, again suggesting that he could use the exercise from growing pudgy though he really wasn't gaining weight in the off season.
"Or are you..." Rosie paused and sniffed in Donnie's direction. "No, you're not stoned yet? Unless you did it earlier. It's early in the day to be doing it even now though - don't you think?" Rosie was only teasing of course. There was no designated time to get high during the day and smoking earlier in the day actually made the rest of the day a breeze and rather interesting.