Cece glanced up from her bag, an eyebrow raised. "So you need an indica for him and...?" She glanced back down and pulled out a small bag, wrapped in deep blue tissue paper printed with foil stars, and tied with a silver ribbon. The indica. Naturally.
She rifled through the bag some more trying to decide what fun meant. Cece's personal idea of fun (and likely her evening once she headed home for the day) was ordering a pizza, popping open a bag of sativa gummies and probably watching '90s cartoons with her roommate. Nerissa's personal idea of fun was something else, but at least Cece could put a finger on it and recommend something. With Parker, she wasn't so sure.
"Define, fun," she said finally. She could be persuaded to do a non-pizza and cartoons type activity, but it would definitely have to be worth her while.