Laius plucked a leaf off the fallen shrub creature and held it aloft. “Is this… a walking marijuana plant?”
Senshi leaned in for a closer look. “Yer right, laius. Aye used t’ farm these li’l critters up on t’ second floor. The leaves provide medicinal and recreational benefits.”
“Please no,” marcille begged, “I do not want to smoke the dungeon weed.”
“Ye don’t have to smoke the dungeon weed, elf.” senshi pointed an accusatory finger at marcille. “There are many ways to prepare these dank dungeon nugs. In fact, cooking them with a fatty substance makes it easier for t’ body to-”
“You know that’s not what I mean!” marcille pouted, “I don’t wanna eat it either. Can we just not use random drugs we find on the ground? What’s next, are we gonna go around eating wild mushrooms and hope they’re not deadly, or changelings, or whatever?”
“It’s pretty easy to identify edible mushrooms if you have a decent guidebook,” Laius offered. “Psychoactive ones too. Honestly I’ve been meaning to go scavenging for some on the sixth floor one of these days. There’s supposed to be a lot of potent ‘shrooms there since it’s so humid.”
Marcille placed her face in her hands and moaned.
“I thought you were a dog, laius,” Chilchack teased, “rooting for truffles is more of a pig thing, you know. Besides, I think getting high in a dungeon is probably the worst possible idea.”
“Yeah!” marcille chimed in, “yeah, exactly!”
“You might be right,” Laius placed his hand on his chin as he thought, “if we use the dungeon weed, we’ll probably just get hungry and eat too much food. Maybe it’d be better to hang onto it and trade it for supplies with the orcs.”
“No!” marcille protested, “no no no, no orcs! I don’t wanna spend another night in a cage!”
“Don’t be unreasonable,” Laius chided, “look, as long as we have this stuff, it would be wasteful not to use it, right senshi?”
“See?” Laius continued, “think of it this way- marijuana is good for pain mitigation, right? So having some on hand might come in handy if one of us needs a lot of healing.”
“Laius, I think if someone’s in bad enough shape where that really becomes an issue, they’re not gonna be able to smoke -or, or eat or whatever- any dungeon weed, because they’ll already be in too much pain,” marcille countered.
“Yeah, I think it’s better for chronic illnesses that magic doesn’t work on, like arthritis,” Chilchack concurred. “We should just hang onto it and see if we run into another group who will trade for it, honestly. Or wait until we get back to the surface to do anything with it. Once we get Farlyn back, I could reeally go for a smoke.”
“I mean, yes, but I’d still rather just get some from a- a reputable horticulturist than just use stuff we found at random in a dungeon, which was also trying to fight us a second ago,” Marcille folded her arms. “Are there even good sources for that around here?”
“Farlyn knows some people,” Laius commented.
Chilchack nodded. “Yeah, Farlyn always gets good stuff. Namari too, honestly.”
“Are ye sayin we should let all this pot go t’ waste?” senshi demanded, “Laius! Ye may never get another chance t’ try such exotic buds again! I know that means something to ye, it must!”
“You’re right,” Laius agreed, “come on marcille, it won’t kill you to try a little. I think after everything that’s happened, we deserve it.”
“Fine. fine!” marcille threw up her hands. “I’ll try some dungeon weed. But if we get ambushed because we’re all in a stupor, I know who I’m blaming!”