Abby pauses. She'd been about ready to flop onto her bed and close her eyes for a bit. Instead she says, "Sure," and reaches out for the joint before she sits. She brings it to her mouth, slow, and thankfully doesn't cough when the smoke rushes into her lungs. Clarisse seems like the kind of girl that would dunk on her for fun if she choked.

"Woah," she says thickly, exhaling, "Nice." She's gonna have one more before she passes it back... "Where'd you get this?"