Rory picked up the lighter and checked to make sure it worked properly before tossing it back down and finishing up the first joint. "Ahh, well. I hope your Nana's okay." He said, sincerely.
"I know. It's a wasteland. I was planning on going to a couple of the surrounding cities just to see if there was anything worth going to. A small town like this... there's gotta be some kinda... fucking secret rave or something." He stopped what he was doing, and sighed longingly. "A rave is pushing it, but it would be nice."
"So. Got into Jazz Band, eh? That must mean you're musically inclined? What d'you play? Or do you just sing?" He looked up at her, finally finished with the joint. "Did you do that jazz hands thing?" He asked, clearly amused by the thought, as he passed the finished joint to Lisa. "Enjoy."