Trench and Deerington may be full of uncertainties but at least there is one constant: wherever she is, Clarisse knows where to find weed. Abby has no idea how she does it, and having just wondered that, she remembers suddenly that there are so many different kinds of mushrooms that sprout up around their home and suburb. The thought has her staring suspiciously at the joint between her fingers...

Before she takes a second drag.

That would require grating the mushrooms up really fine, and she knows Clarisse is too lazy to go through all that trouble just to get high. It's bog standard weed then, and she's simply a magnet for it.

As if Abby cares. It's a very useful feature. She passes the blunt, and exhales smoke lazily out of the corner of her mouth, settling further into the couch.

"Okay. Hear me out."

She pauses, for dramatic effect. "Who would you fuck out of Darth Maul, Reaper, and..." her expression twists, threatening laughter, "Korra. Go."