Marley sighed in relief as they seemed to have gotten away with their not-so-smooth indiscretion. Once Olli accepted Monroe's offer of help with her burden of meats, Marley quickly hopped out of the car and opened up the trunk to help the other woman load her bags into the back. "It's okay if they go in the trunk, right?" Marley asked, ignorant of proper meat transportation practices -- or, at least, large amounts of meat. Asking made her feel a little too much like she was falling into the stereotypes that matched her hair color, but that was better than potentially winding up with a ton of rotten meat from lack of air conditioning or something. It seemed pretty unlikely, but you never know.
In truth, they were pretty fortunate that Olli was so chill about the whole situation, given that Marley did not believe for a second that she had actually believed their less than stellar performance and Olli had responded in kind. After all, if it had been someone who did care, they could have found themselves in a lot of unnecessary trouble, which wasn't exactly optimal for girls in their positions. Marley had her schooling to worry about, for one. Yale wouldn't exactly be pleased if she got arrested for possession.
"Well, if you're gonna be riding over with us and we all know that the good ol' Chief isn't exactly the most savory of company to have to deal with on any day, never mind holidays," Marley started, casually reaching for the yellow bag that contained the joint, "You interested?" She cocked an eyebrow in curiousity and glanced down towards the bag, even though she knew Olli was probably well-aware of what she was referring to.