It was a rare occasion that Red invited Josie over for supper, they lived close together enough that they saw each other as much as they wanted to without that kind of thing. Tonight though, Red was making lasagna, and didn't feel like consuming it on her own.
Josie arrived just as Red was putting it in the oven, so by the time it was ready to be served they were already drunk and high.
As she chewed her first bite, Josie remarked, "Fuck, that's good shit."
Red nodded in agreement and tried not to spit out her bite, even though it was extremely warm. She didn't want to look unseemly in front of a girl.
Josie ate more, and Red finally managed to swallow without absolutely burning her insides, and leaned back in her chair.
"I can't believe I actually managed to get this done." Red said.
"Oh have you been short on Silly?" Josie responded.
"I always have a hard time getting things done when I run out of Silly." Josie clarified.
"Oh.", Red paused for a moment, "I always run out." Red squinted in confusion, "You're just supposed to have enough silly, like all the time? Like people do that?"
Josie leaned closer, partly for dramatic effect and partly for the homoeroticism of it all, "Let me tell you, there are parts of this headspace where there's so much silly they're drowning in it." She got closer still, "Up in those parts they look down on you if you don't have enough around, like as if not having enough silly is something you do on purpose."
"Wow, fuck that." Red responded.