Lennon grins faintly. “I didn’t figure it out, but I [i]do[/i] know this. I do not approve of the sale or intake of drugs by people under the age of eighteen, but [i]all[/i] drug sellers, even the ones of the past, [i]always[/i] have a stash on hand, either for themselves or for someone they accidentally or purposely got addicted. Either that or as a backup measure should they struggle financially.”

Carra nods and smiles. “You heard the man,” she tells the worker. She hands him his drink and sips on her own Dr. Pepper. 

Zenith doesn’t notice, as she is very relaxed with closed eyes, and the wind is very loud. She hadn’t put on her clothes yet.