Oh, whatever. They'll argue about any damn subject you can think of. If it's niche and inconsequential, there's probably someone willing to argue it.

[ Eddie watches Becca's face as she takes the first hit. Sometimes he feels like a kid with a crush around her, starry-eyed and dreamy. He plucks it from her fingers as she offers it over, taking a long drag. His lungs are probably pitch black by now, and it takes a lot to get him really fucked up. He turns his head to blow the smoke away from her, then passes it back. ]

What kinda friend would I be if I didn't? I can't let you smoke the same skunk I sell to frat boys.