Toby watched the exchange, only half concerned with her getting the count right; he'd fallen in to even more money than he'd had before. And this was something of an important thing for him to do, at least to him.
"Dope first, stories after." He was already working on dividing the dope out, rolling the sticks, still having enough left for another stick or two, if he was careful. Waste not, want not in prison, after all. He passed off Melissa's, reaching in his pocket for the lighter he'd grabbed from Chris, lighting them up.
"To life," He offered up, smirking before taking a drag, letting the smoke waft in his head for a minute, sighing out the remains. "Damn," His voice was already clouded, eyes not quite focused as he opened them. "Good shit indeed."