We wait, and as the moment approaches she tries to tell a story.

Lucas checked his watch. Just about an hour had passed. "How are you feeling?"

"Not that different. Maybe slightly weird, but not exactly stoned. How fast will it come on?"

"Pretty fast, so I'd like to try something to see if we can tell the exact moment it hits."

Her eyes gleamed, and she grinned. "What did you have in mind?"

Lucas explained that he'd like her to tell a story - preferably one that would take at least 20 minutes. "That way we can see when it gets harder for you to keep track of the narrative."

Jess loved the idea, of course. "That sounds awesome! Of course, that's probably just because I can tell how excited you are about it. What kind of story should I tell?"

He shrugged. "Whatever comes to mind. Maybe something from college?"

She thought about it for a second, and made up her mind. She started talking about a time that she went out with some friends for a fancy birthday dinner and one of them got way too drunk. She had been talking for about ten minutes when it happened.

"So Carla gets up, thinking she's going to the bathroom, and makes a beeline for the kitchen. A waiter gives her a weird look as she passes, and Carla just turns around and gives her a thumbs-up. Ummm, she, uh, as she's walking up the... no, hang on, as she's walking into the kitchen, we're all like, wait, Carla, um, we thought... um, we thought..." She giggled. "I think it's starting to come on."

Lucas leaned forward, starting to feel aroused by her confusion. "Keep going, then."

After a beat, she started up again. "Ok, so Carla's going to the kitchen, and she just disappears into the kitchen. We, uh, we didn't know where she went. I mean, she went in the kitchen, but, uh, we didn't know what was going on. So we were sitting there and she was in the kitchen and we didn't know what was going on. Then all of the sudden, she comes in from the front door. We were like, what? So she, um, she just sits back down at the table." Jess paused and let out a long sigh. "Whew, I am feeling it."

Lucas leaned forward, eying her eagerly. "Yeah? How's it feel?"

She was enjoying it a lot, even though she was probably higher than she would normally like to be. "It's nice, it's just so heavy. It's like my head is really heavy, and my thoughts keep getting faster and I can't keep up with them, sort of. Am I making any sense?" She chuckled thickly.

"Not really," he replied. "But that's ok, I like you like this." She beamed at that. Lucas decided to throw some nonsense at her to see how she parsed it. "But what about having the dishwasher?"

She stared at him dumbly. The dishwasher? She felt like she was thinking through pea soup. What dishwasher? He was grinning, she realized. He was so cute when he grinned like that! But he had asked her about something. Pea soup? No, that wasn't it. "What?"

He laughed at how long it took her to try to figure out what he meant, only to lose her train of thought. "Never mind, I love you." He hugged her tight, and she sighed and hugged him back, resting her head on his shoulder.