Not yet, wait for another wave.

A thought struck Jess suddenly. "How long's it been?"

Lucas checked his phone. "It's been about an hour and fifteen minutes. You aren't even half as high as you're gonna be." She could hardly believe this. "I think you should maybe take a little more, and maybe we wait for the next wave to hit. Shouldn't be long now."

She struggled to process what he said. Take some more? Ok. "Yeah, let's take some more." That'd be good. It'd be good to take some more. More what?

Suddenly Lucas was handing her three gummies. How much was this? She didn't know. She popped them in her mouth and savored the cherry flavor before gulping them down. "Water." she croaked. He walked out of the room and she stared at the wall where he had been. Her throat was dry. Then he was back, handing her a bottle, and she stared at it for a second before she took the cap off and drained it. "Thanks."

She felt an itch on her shoulder, then scratched it. She felt an itch on her leg, then scratched that. Then her elbow twitched. Suddenly she was on her back, scratching her face, her knees, her sides. Lucas looked at her.

"Usually getting fidgety or itchy is a sign that another wave's about to hit."

She liked that. It was good to be high. She was pretty high, but she could still get higher than this. She stared at the ceiling fan. Suddenly she realized she had been thinking for over a minute, but she couldn't remember what she was thinking about. She turned to Lucas and let out a long raspberry. "I think I'm stoned." She reached out for a high five.

Lucas chuckled and high-fived her. "You should see yourself, you look sooo high right now. Do you think you could tell me another story?"

"Nope. I can try, but I don't think I can I think." She paused. That didn't sound right. "That didn't sound right."