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Jack's suggestion for a temporary remedy to Alcuin's grief had been to get stoned. It seemed, at the time, as serviceable a solution as any, and so Alcuin had dutifully followed Jack from the Compound to his and Logan's home. In truth, he was simply relieved to be anywhere but his own empty house, or worse, Giles' empty

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It was a beautiful day and Jack set up Alcuin on the expansive porch at the table where the shell was. Neither of them smoked often, but Jack and Logan kept the shell ashtray handy for when they felt like it.

"Give me just a second," Jack said before he ducked inside. Moments later he returned with Logan's bong.

"I thought this would be a little more effective," he chuckled. "Logan made this a long time ago."

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Alcuin had settled comfortably at the table, and looked up at Jack when he came back. He blinked when he saw the contraption. "What is it?"

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"It's called a bong. A water pipe. It's easy...here, I'll show you," Jack said. He lit the bowl and showed Alcuin how to hit it, then handed it over. The smoke just from him hung thick in the still, hot air.

"It's good," he said tightly. "It's Nancy's plants."

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Alcuin tried his best to mimic what Jack had done, though he still ended up coughing a little as he sucked in the smoke. "Okay," he rasped out. "I think I have it."