Ganymede chuckled and caught the tip of Ashley's finger in his mouth, teeth gentle as he soothed the skin with a soft kiss. "We should fly. I have really good weed in the kitchen from Naci. I was going to make cookies...but then we came up here."

He had no real compunctions against using drugs since it was exceedingly hard to get him addicted to anything, and Ashley wasn't very easily distressed.