“i think i have to go to a smoke shop and stock up on everything,” summer rationalized, holding her burning sage out in front of her, trying to get all corners of the van while they were parked in the hotel parking lot. it had just occurred to her that she was going to need so much more sage for the entirety of the trip. “like, someone’s gotta stop for weed at some point, right? and i can probably get some more there? and also, do you think this is preventative or more like... remedial...? if a demon attaches onto one of us, would it help?” she stood there with her arms crossed after setting the sage down, facing the person across from her as she leaned against the van. she’d felt calmer after finishing her little protective ritual. it was her new nervous habit. “hey--don’t look at me like i’m overreacting. or overthinking. or both. because i definitely am just thinking and reacting. not over-anything.”