Dimitri nodded in appreciation for the mug of coffee and went over to the fridge to grab some creamer as his siblings conversed at the kitchen counter. He remained wordless during the conversation about Jack, preferring to save any comments about the boy for when he and Jack where in private. He did however groan slightly as the scent of weed hit him in full force. After adding a splash of irish cream to his coffee Dimitri sauntered back over to the trio and raised his brow slightly at Krystoff. Dimitri wasn't really one for weed or any other sorts of drugs, though that hardly left him in a position to judge. His particular poison was alcohol, honey whiskey being a favorite among the many soporifics out there. Still, drinking was at least moderately easier to hide if one had good tolerance and the presence of mind not to go into a place smelling like a bar. Ganja was a bit harder to hide given its pungent oder and tendency to cling to one's clothing. "[b]So what's the plan here, Krys? Speed on your bike to try and get the smell off or douse yourself in cologne?[/b]" He inquired a bit more sardonically than intended.