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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles started setting everything up as soon as he got into the room, starting with the TV and DVD, before heading off to the desk, tossing the letter on it for further reading later. He started rifling through the drawers before finding exactly what he was looking for. The pipe, weed, and a small tin labelled Altoids.

"Atta man, Old-me, know where

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[cheevy]

Miniver hops onto the bed, grabs one out of the tin, and gives Pickles a questioning glance before popping it in his mouth.

"So what's this gonna do to me, then?"

[dingdongdoodily]

"Make yer breath minty fresh, that's fer damn sure. They might just be altoids though, not sure. If you start seein' things yer not sure you should, that means we're off to a great start."

Pickles grins wide, handing the lighter and bowl off to Miniver before stretching out, drinking the rest of the crown he brought up with him. He picked up some rum after that.

[cheevy]

"Sounds like fun."

Miniver flops next to Pickles and lights up the pipe, passing it over after a few puffs.

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles takes the pipe with a nod of thanks and takes one of those lung-busting hits that only the properly trained can accomplish before holding it in and starting the movie.

He exhaled a few seconds later, only to look to Miniver, "Just remember, nothin's been altered about the music or the movie." With that, he leaned back into the pillows and wrapped his arm around the poet, handing the pipe back.

[cheevy]

Miniver takes the pipe with a nod and stares up at the screen as the smoke curls around them. He snuggles into Pickles' arms and blows a smoke-ring at the screen.

"I like it," he decides of the first few bars of music.