Don't Mind Us, We Be Chillin'

[Deblod100]

Emma had to adjust her glasses, when everyone was reverting back to their mothers' tongues. Marino was digging around in the pantry for tea, but apparently there wasn't any green tea.

"I'm not... a tea expert. Find something that looks like it mixes goooooood with the stuff." Emma could only say, though she didn't see Marino dig around for a kettle. She was still trying to get her thoughts together. She was thinking of someone in her mind who she should've brought here.

She let out a small laugh.

"Heather, du går miste om (you're missing out)."

[FlockOfHens]

"Uhhhhhhhhh... Screw it... Herbal it is... Mañana, get some cups..." Marino looked over to his friend as he grabbed a few tea bags. He soon filled a kettle with water and placed it on the stove to boil. He watched the flames closely, mixing from an orange glow to a blue hue. He soon wondered how they were supposed to make the tea again. You put the bags in the cup, then pour in the hot water. But what if it was weed? Or what kind of strain would be good for this? He already used his best ones in the brownies, so he turned over to his friend for help."

"Bissette... What strain do you have right now..? Is it the... the good shit..?" Marino felt his vocabulary swap over to his birth tongue. His words slurred all over the place and his vision began to betray him. Was there supposed to be a Viking here?

[LYourLocalAutist]

Mañana

He was being addressed. All the haze in the world couldn't dissonance his cognition (or whatever) enough to keep him from recognizing that name. In this state, his mother (father? (man he loved his dad)) rung out clearer in his head than typical English did. It also meant that the gibberish that would've been gibberish to him even sober currently being spouted from the mouths of his other compatriots only became less comprehensible. Despite this, he needed to focus, for his hermano.

"Entiendo, jefe."

And now, for the most monumental task achievable when you are a person of low tolerance who is baked out of their skull.

HNG

HNNNNG

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG

STAAAAAAAAAAAAAND UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP

After a bout of herculean effort unmatched by even the most rigorous of workouts and weightlifts, Manuel found himself standing on his own two feet and wobbling his way over to the kitchen, right past Marino, and into the cupboards for an adventure... in locating the teacups. A mild amount of difficulty concerning the aforementioned vision-swirls causing him to lose track of what was a cup or a bowl or possibly another person was involved, but he prevailed in the end through the employment of an ENTIRE OTHER SENSE.

TOUCH.

REVOLUTIONARY.

And there were thusly a good four teacups set neatly as possible on the kitchen countertop, the high Manuel looking quite proud of himself as he awaited the implementation of the tea aspect of the equation.

[SharkyTGirl185]

Bissette suddenly glared at Marino “What…kinda strain do I have? The good shit?!” He suddenly stood up, his weight shifting and stumbling forward, almost colliding with the wall before adjusting.

“Lemme tell you, if this shit is good enough with my dad’s chronic pain, it’s good enough for us!” He pushes past Marino, dumping the whole stuff into tea to mix it together “I’ll show you if this is the good shit. I’ll show you.”

[Deblod100]

Emma entered up following the group into the kitchen to prepare their "unique" blend of herbal tea that would surely send them further into the nether realm. She was watching the small blue flames at the kettle, boiling up the water. She was waiting for steam to happen to scream out.

"Don't drop the cups, Manana... We need them to get the tea. To the tea time.." Emma was feeling her balance begin to betray her, but she still stood on her two feet on the ground (or floor, she can't process). From what Chester said about his strain, it seems to be the good medical kind. Much be cramped with enough THC to send a horse down.

"Don't spill the good shit. We don't want to burn the apartment down." Emma said, but it was unlikely for it to happen, unless someone got really careless.

[FlockOfHens]

"Eyyyyy... Slow down, dude... slow... down... pffft..." Marino laughed the more reality began to falter. He assumed Bissette was there, but he looked more like a crude crayon drawing. He soon watched Mañana successfully grab a few ceramic cups on the counter. Marino walked over to place the tea bags into each cup as Bissette mixed in his father's strain. He soon looked over to Emma.

"It the, ummm... Is... Is the water boiling..?

[LYourLocalAutist]

"'M not gonna drop it, Emmmmma."

He'd forgotten her name for a moment. Too focused on proving her wrong through the stupor of green and smoke and green smoke. Prove her wrong he did: all those teacups (at least he thought (hoped) they were) were arranged juuuuust so on that countertop, ready to be filled with the potion of ascension they would consume to commune with the Gods. Manuel never considered himself a person obsessed with particulars... except when it came to food, and drink by extension. Even the cups were set up in this neat little parallel way. Grinning, he mumbled to himself leaning on an empty section of kitchen counter nearby.

"Best in the *world.* GOAT of carrying weed teacups."