"That's fair. It's nice to bask in it." Invisible fingers began creeping, her body starting to feel heavier, relaxed, muscles shifting from slightly tense to much less stressed. The change was reflected in Beverly's posture, as she went all loose-limbed on the couch next to Richie. Weed had such a nice effect, everything feeling like it was soft-focused.
She laughed a little when he went for the cookies, waving a hand in a dismissive gesture. The other hand was holding the joint, which she took another hit off of. "I was feeling domestic," she sighed. "So, you know. Whatever. You can eat them - you deserve them."
Crystal blue eyes squinted thoughtfully. "I've been worried about you."