Strange takes another puff from the joint, mostly to look at the smoke he exhales. It is rather pretty. (Though, smart move keeping the water at a distance.)
"I do wonder which world they picked this stuff up from in the first place," he admits, as he leans back in the chair. "It's called faerie weed but does it..." And then Strange trails off, thought lost as he blinks sluggishly. Everything's starting to go a bit purple. And not a deep purple, like the purple his smoke turns. More like a lilac. Everything's starting to go a bit lilac, as if he's wearing sunglasses that are tinting everything that shade.
Entirely oblivious to Lambert's mental monologue about Childermass, Strange badly represses a little giggle. Would Lambert think this is funny? Strange hopes he would, as the magician thinks it's hilarious. So much so that Strange badly represses another giggle, visibly biting on the corner of his lip to keep himself from laughing.
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"I do wonder which world they picked this stuff up from in the first place," he admits, as he leans back in the chair. "It's called faerie weed but does it..." And then Strange trails off, thought lost as he blinks sluggishly. Everything's starting to go a bit purple. And not a deep purple, like the purple his smoke turns. More like a lilac. Everything's starting to go a bit lilac, as if he's wearing sunglasses that are tinting everything that shade.
Entirely oblivious to Lambert's mental monologue about Childermass, Strange badly represses a little giggle. Would Lambert think this is funny? Strange hopes he would, as the magician thinks it's hilarious. So much so that Strange badly represses another giggle, visibly biting on the corner of his lip to keep himself from laughing.
Turns out the weed hits REAL fast.