Beverly passed the joint over and took a cookie as payment - she too crammed it into her mouth, completely unconcerned with being ladylike. The first time she had ever been high, she ate half a cheese pizza and was convinced gravity no longer applied to her - and that was just smoking. Edibles, well, she recalled having no sense of object permanence after that. They hit you more intensely - there was a reason she'd gone with the joint now instead of baking ground-up pot into these cookies.
Another one, of which, she stuffed into her mouth. And she didn't answer at first, because the sound of her ripping open the bag of Cheetos filled the space instead.
"Have you had anyone check you?" she asked, leaning against Richie, leaning in and swiping her thumb across his forehead. "In here. There's something dark - you don't want to let it fester, do you?"