finn knew callie had tough skin which was part of the reason he loved giving her so much shit. “don’t knock it till you try it cal,” finn warned, smirking at the girl. he glanced down at his shirt, trying to see if there were any ash remnants we’re on him. “oh shit,” finn laughed, seeing the tiny black stain on his jeans. “i accidentally ashed the joint on myself last night.” the memory slowly emerged from the back of his mind. he pulled callie in for a hug, knowing she had to be grimacing the entire time. “even though i know noah had to convince you to do that, i’ll accept it,” finn commented, ruffling her hair like she was a little kid. “they’ll be gone by morning, no doubt. when are you going to smoke with noah and me anyways?”
“what, you think i’ve never been to a strip club?” callie laughed. “jesus, finn you’re gonna light yourself on fire someday. is it burned through? i can patch it if you need me to.” she stated, her motherly instinct showing it’s teeth again. callie squealed as finn wrapped her up in a hug. “you’re all dirty!” she laughed, her voice still high and shrill, but a smile on her face. “she might have suggested it.” callie murmured to finn. “seriously though! tell me what you think!” she exclaimed. “i’m trying to get this baking thing down pat. “when you get your lazy ass out of your apartment and come to mine.”