"Depends on who's asking," Tootles teased with a playful smirk, though he didn't mean it to be a twin joke at all — really, the only person he didn't want to know that he was high was Wendy, because he really wouldn't know how to act around her right now — but suddenly he wondered if Duke would take it as a twin joke. It wasn't like him normally to indulge, but what the hell; Peter got to have fun all the time and no one batted an eye. Tootles didn't have the heart to say no when Cubby offered him the brownie, anyway. The eldest lost boy was currently slumped quite comfortably into the couch, almost feeling as if he had become apart of it entirely. His cheeks had a hint of pink to them from the warmth of the apartment, and his eyes were glossy. Still, he smiled again at his brother to confirm he was messing with him (and confirm that he was in fact baked), but he attempted to play it off anyways with a shrug. "I feel fine. Just giving the couch some much-needed attention."