Yeah, you should have some left.

You nod. "Yeah, I think so." Going for your nightstand drawer, you rummage through a couple of random charger cables and other assorted junk until your fingers close on a small box. Fishing it out, you find a bag of leaves and a supply of papers.

While you roll a joint and light it up, Safiya takes the initiative to shed her sandals and shorts without any prompting. "Fucking hate clothes," she says with a grin when she catches you watching. "Wish I could just walk around naked all the time." You can't help but find that a little funny, considering she was practically doing just that already, but you manage to let it pass. She joins you to sit on the bed, and the two of you spend a very enjoyable several minutes quietly passing the joint back and forth. She smokes a fair bit more of it than you, but under the circumstances, you don't mind one bit. From her complete ease at being naked in this situation, as well as the fact that she starts to casually slip her fingers through her pussy lips and over her clit as the weed takes effect, you get the sense this isn't such an unusual situation for her.

"So," Saf says as she stubs out the last ember, still nonchalantly playing with her pussy. "What do you feel like doing?"

Before you can really consider your options, a stray curiosity surfaces. "Tell me honestly," you say. "How would you feel if I bred you today?"

She's silent for a moment, pouting a little in that thoughtful way you remember from before. "I mean, I'd definitely rather wait to have kids 'til I'm married." The pout evaporates, her face returning to the same easygoing look. "But it's whatever."

You probably could've expected as much. You turn over her response in your head, mulling on what you feel like doing.