As soon as Lambert realizes he's just being fucked with, he narrows his eyes and lets Strange go, shoving him back to titter to himself on the couch. This is his just reward for offering to babysit, he mentally grumbles. See if he ever volunteers to chaperone Strange through his drug trips again (he probably will, because against all odds, he's actually attached to this idiot).
"Is this just something you do all the time, back home?" he asks on a sigh. Strange has certainly referenced imbibing questionable substances enough that it seems likely. "I thought England was supposed to be pretty uptight. No laws against drugging yourself up seems like an oversight."
Even in Temeria, there were rules. No peddling fisstech on the streets. Never stopped people from buying it, of course, but it wasn't just something you could buy from a caravan, and everything he's heard about England suggests Strange's current state of mind wouldn't exactly be looked on with approval.
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"Is this just something you do all the time, back home?" he asks on a sigh. Strange has certainly referenced imbibing questionable substances enough that it seems likely. "I thought England was supposed to be pretty uptight. No laws against drugging yourself up seems like an oversight."
Even in Temeria, there were rules. No peddling fisstech on the streets. Never stopped people from buying it, of course, but it wasn't just something you could buy from a caravan, and everything he's heard about England suggests Strange's current state of mind wouldn't exactly be looked on with approval.