"Canard?" David spoke about three words of Spanish, and (courtesy of Rae) about four words of Swedish. Maybe one or two French words, too, thanks to the Marchands, but Ellie's particular word-choice... was not one of them. "What's a canard?"
Generally speaking, Ellie was a complex person, but stoned Ellie was... an interesting deviation from normal Ellie. Or maybe he was just pleasantly hazed over. Could it be that simple, for once?
The hat on Dog's head seemed to have the desired effect, and David quirked another smirk in response. She thought it was funny. Somehow, that made it funnier. He wished he hadn't lent Rae the camera, so that he could take a picture of it.
"Pondering Pink? Sounds like a title from an episode of Pink Panther," David mused aloud. Sort of, anyway. Maybe. "And mine would be Geeky Green." Or Ghastly Green... was added inwardly. He decided against telling her about his favorite pasttime for now.
Society may have been a cage but, "I don't think the people I went to high school with saw it the same way as you." Most people didn't see things the same way Ellie did.
It wasn't that David didn't notice the fingernails on his skin. It was that... he didn't know what to do with it. He figured, like with most women, Ellie had put him in the friend zone. They were comfortable together, but that didn't mean...
Ellie turning around and looking at him ended that thought process as quickly as it had started. Eyes widening, he dumbly followed her hand to where it was reaching, meeting her halfway and giving her the joint. But then he looked back at her.
She wasn't moving. She was singing. What was she...