Help her in the kitchen

Feeling like she's done a lot for you so far, you only think it best that you offer to help her in any way you can.

"Need a hand with dinner?" You offer.

"That'd be helpful," she says, "and it'd give me a chance to hear how you ended up in such an 'unusual' predicament," she smirks.

You recount the story about the latina cop and how you were 'arrested' for selling ****. She raises an eyebrow when you mention valadeent.

"You... you, wouldn't happen to have any more would you?"

"Afraid not," you say. "She cleaned me out."

"Pity, I'm down to my last 5 grams," she sighs.

You're not sure whether you should be wary of her possession or grateful that this woman can sympathize with your plight.

"You know I haven't done it in a while. It just makes me so naughty, haha."

She keeps talking, almost to herself.

"I really shouldn't... Should I? I mean... it's been so long. And..." She looks at you, pauses, then opens a drawer and pulls out a bag of white powder.