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[ weed is just about the only thing he does these days, caught in this nebulous little "loophole" that nick has built for himself so that he doesn't have to commit fully to sobriety. it's a nice way to spend a day anyway, stretched out on the deck chairs near the pool and lazily making his way through a little pile of pre-rolled joints.

which is to say he's had a head start by the time andy arrives, and there's already a lazy grin on his face by the time he gets the door. ]

Oh man, you actually brought the muffins. [ nick shoves the door open wide, gestures through the house to the deck outside. ] I'm through there. Do you want a drink or something?

[headrushed]

Uh, yeah? I never lie about muffins.

[Andy says with a small smile, looking the way he's directed before heading on through. His first default is to say 'no thanks, I'm good' to be polite but. He gives it a second of thought before shooting Nick a look, brows up:]

I'd take soda if you had it - water if not. Thanks.