So, gather up your jackets, move it to the exits

While Halo wouldn't promote addiction, she certainly understood the draw that the cannabis had. It was hard for her to not use it as a crutch to prop up her shortcomings, especially interpersonally.

Yum, the man commented, and Halo thought for a moment before dabbing just a bit of honey on the back of his opposite paw. "For being a good sport," the pale healer explained with a soft smile. She did the same to her own before handing the jar off to her companion to be closed tight, and put away. "I'm from the Armada," she spoke as she settled beside the boy, leaving more than a necessarily friendly space between them. Wouldn't want to be presumptuous, after all.

"How about you?" Halo licked at the honey on the back of her paw, tail wagging softly. She couldn't help but be proud-- her very own bees, and they'd done a good job. It was also nice to have something to fidget with so she didn't have to make eye contact. "And I just mean... um, you're tough, is all." Halo was sheepish, flustered, but that was okay. Still, she refused to look up at Ru in the moment.
"Halo"