Not that acid doesn't have a time and place, but I'm not really about that life.

[Connor twists so he's lying on his stomach, before propping himself up on an elbow and opening the box up. Then he pauses.]

Should we, like, call everyone in? It's not like we can do anything until Nana comes back, right?

[He assumes not, since she gave him weed and she seems responsible enough to not give him weed if they're supposed to be doing something.]