"Well it's not-" Juno took another drag and felt a little dizzy then, and leaned back onto the seat, exhaling. "It's not relaxing, I'm just dizzy. I can't. I can't, take this, I can't."
Juno held the cigarette out to Marco, picking up the milkshake instead - with shaky hands, appropriately. She tugged on that straw, making a face of disgust and deciding she completely did not understand Jack's theory, but whatever worked. She closed her eyes, feeling slightly nauseated. "One hour each Saturday, good music on the box and a free milkshake."