Hunter was there not to smoke any of their stock, but to replenish it. Fuck, the latest strain smelled amazing, he was nearly reeling just working with the stuff, he had to wonder how it would be to smoke. So yeah, maybe he had kept a small amount for himself, but he would account for it in any stock take.
He gave Stryde a lazy sort of nod as he entered, and a bit of a lopsided smile. "Hey, man," he drawled, depositing his latest merchandise. "What's a happening?"