"Did we?" Neal grinned innocently, squinting at Jas, then he started laughing when the guy practically coughed a lung up. What the hell? "Okay, hold up there..." Guess he needed to give some lessons, since it really had been awhile since the rebel had indulged.
He took another demonstration hit, the joint lit up and smoldering, then released a generous cloud from his lungs. "You gotta hold it in," he said. "Then exhale. Slowly."
Eyes were now hooded, and he relaxed against the sofa, sprawled out on his side. Nice and comfy. "We did a lot of this on the Find Henry trip," he snickered. Not while driving, obviously. But he and Lina definitely turned her van into a stoner's den or something.