BB shot that trademark, toothy grin in Aurora's direction, her eyes following the chocolate chip's path into the depths of the other woman's mouth.
"Oh, I'd say it's gotten me into a fair amount of trouble, probably more than it's gotten me out," she replied. "What nonprofit? I mean, obviously if you were doing sex worker charity I'd clearly be more informed about you, sugar, so my bad." She moved in front of the small oven that took up one corner of the kitchenette, and pulled out a brownie dish from the drawer beneath. Now that the contents were mixed, she set the oven to pre-heat, and started scooping the brownie mix into the dish. Once a small layer was completed, she added a layer of cannabis, then topped it off with another layer of brownie mix. She patted it carefully to make sure the whole tray was full.
"So, you like what you see?" She glanced over her shoulder to peek at which article Aurora had centered in on; it was one of her LA Times 'Ministry of Gossip' pieces that memorialized Michael Jackson. "Oh, good pick. Man, I was a wreck that week, I think I shorted out my computer sobbing. You into music?" BB turned around and leaned against the counter, hands holding to the edges of the object holding her up.