"Because you smell like green," that's a pretty good way to describe it, maybe herbal, depending on what you got. Some of it just smells like shit but she can't imagine him lighting that up, he's not a sixteen year old boy. "Plus, if I invited you to all my crazy reefer parties someone might think that there is something up between us." It would be creepy, Richard, and obvious and you're better then that. Though she does know that he is just kidding, she isn't that dense, but she can't imagine him at her parties, mainly because her mother has traumatized her when it comes to introducing her friends to her parents.

Frankly she doesn't want her dad fucking her school friends. Call her jealous like that.

In the car she drops her bag between her legs and looks over her shoulder at the board stuffed behind her. "Are we going to the beach?" Where is there a beach around here? To the lake? "Florida?" Maybe, California would be a really fucking long drive that's for sure. Turning back around she pulls on her seat belt before looking over at him with an eyebrow raised.

"Who's side, your or mom's? I need to know these things so I know how sad or not I should act."