Oh, agreed. But don't ever tell him I said so, he doesn't need more ammunition.

(She pops the last bit of brownie into her mouth, licks her fingers, and snuggles back into the couch with a content sigh.)

That's right, he does... (sweet, sweet Magnus.) If I can be honest for a sec, Lup, I've really missed all of this. (Good weed, good friends. That kinda shit.)