Okay, so Elliot was positively goddamn jovial compared to what John had seen of him thus far. Darlene taking the piss already didn't surprise him because they were the same breed of smartass (other than John being decidedly more mean-spirited) but Elliot... siblings were really, really weird. They'd gone from what felt dangerously like the makings of a future murder scene to cheerful and chummy in the time it took a dog to take a dump.

"Right," he muttered to himself as he sat cross-legged on the floor, snatching up the bag on his way down. "Now this is happening. I dunno what any of this is, the people where I sleep smoke shit or shoot it right into their veins, not this." Wait - he shook it all to one side, then arched an eyebrow. "Except weed. Obviously I know weed."

He glanced from one of them to the other like he kept finding himself doing since Elliot had gotten home, like he was constantly watching a tennis match. "So? Recommendations?"