Relieved that she hadn't gone all self-righteous on his ass, Iosef smiled. "Oh, no, I wouldn't want you to. It's just, it kind of centers me." He grinned. "Alright, I'll keep that in mind." He took his phone out of one of his pockets and pulled her hands gently until she was holding it. "Okay, hold it like this, I won't take a second. I'm good at it." He joked, taking his hands off of hers and pulling what he called his 'portable stash' out of his other pockets. Papers, the weed, some tobacco to mix with it and filters. In less than a minute the whole thing was ready, and Iosef put it in his mouth in order to put everything back. Then, he lit it up.
"Okay, all done." He said, taking the phone back. "Thanks. Also, I'm not one of those potheads who stop talking when they're high, just so you know. We can totally have a normal conversation anyway."