Come clean

Jack sat there in somewhat of a stunned state as he shoveled a large bite into his mouth. He too chewed slowly as the wheels were grinding away inside his man brain. It was, he believed, too early to be having to think this much. However, circumstances being what there were, he thought anyways. When in doubt tell the truth.

"Truth is I prefer edibles rather than smoking it, but I do have some of both. I'll keep it outside if it bothers you," he told them truthfully. "Sometimes I have a hard time sleeping, and I'd rather use a plant than some chemical compound someone cooked up in a lab. I don't trust that stuff most of the time."

Then those three magic words they said, he wasn't sure which right now, "...besides, it's fun," repeated in his ears. "Hey, wait a sec.... what do you mean it's 'fun'?" he asked looking back and forth between the two of them as if to confirm what he now suspected, the reason they were here was... they liked to get high? Their parents had a melt down over that? "Oh for fucks sake," he said out loud. "Look, if that's what this is all about I'll save us all the time and trouble. Yes, I think it should be legal. No, you two cannot go out and get wasted. If you're gonna do it, you have to do it here and you can't go out til the next day. Deal?"

They were really freakin' good waffles today too.