His suggestion and clear excitement about the prospect earned him another laugh along with a hand reaching out to run through his already messy curls to put them in a further state of disarray. Shara tended to get affectionate rather quickly, but she usually had a good enough intuition about people to hold back when someone was liable to literally bite her.
You know. In an unpleasant way.
"So you want a danish with frosting?" She teased him, but was already drawing up recipes in her head on what she would do with this idea. Food didn't have to make sense. It was like love - as long as it made you happy and filled you up, that was what counted. "I can do this." Both of their glasses were refilled and Shara moved to hop up on the counter, letting her legs dangle before patting the spot next to her for him.
The suggestion had her blinking at him, "You want me to make marijuana pastries? Or you think I could do with smoking some myself?" There was a look of mock offense on her face, as over dramatic as her outfit. Because of course she knew what marijuana was, thank you very much, she just hadn't expected it in Summerview.