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Wake's gaze is steady, blinking slowly. A deep draw from his pipe as he allowed the comfort to wash over him, settling into being less alone than he's gotten used to. Adult company has evaded him, at least somewhat, in the last seasons. He's languid on the silty ground, comfortable. Something like he owns the place.

"That's all this time, yeah. The cannabis helps with relaxation, settles the stomach, and at least makes me too hungry to ignore. The tobacco takes the edge off anxiety... as for how," Wake shrugged. "Plant magic, or whatever. I've never been super discriminating about what I put in my body." He gave a chuckle, though it's free of malice. Good natured, or maybe it's the drugs. Likely a bit of both, but that's alright.

The boy hands over the pipe, watching Finch carefully. "Inhale, hold for a moment, and then let it go. You're probably going to hack up a lung on the way out, everyone does their first time." He's ready to take the pipe back in waiting paws, lest she burn down the dry summer grasses of the estuary in whatever coughing may come next. Wake is steady, assessing as the pale girl smokes.

"Wake"