How sweet of Jokull to make sure her food was properly seasoned before tossing it to her. Her mind was in too much of a blur to even comprehend that it was rather cruel for a father to do that to his daughter. Maybe if Dagmar told her when she wasn't giggling then it would finally register to Nikita, but right then she didn't care. She was high and that was all that mattered.
"Your mother definitely doesn't smoke as much as you have for me, that's for sure." Another giggle erupted from her, giving Dagmar's neck one more lick before sitting up straight. "Such a shame, too. She doesn't know how lucky she is to be able to light herself up a joint and casually enjoy it. I'd give anything to have that luxury again." And that was the truth. As much as she enjoyed having the additional effects from the blood, it was always such a hassle one way or another. So much easier to just smoke in her office then drive all the way out to the Niemi household and pick up Dagmar to om nom on her.
"And trust me, I'm sure I'll come back for seconds. And you'll be nice and high for me, yes?" Better be or else Nikita was going to have a fit. She adjusted herself to face Dagmar, running a finger down her soft cheek. Such a lovely girl. Definitely took after her mother.