Ha ha, stoned Abbie

you and Abbie are at your place, since well you two liked eachother and both loved eachother's company. You and Abbie found yourselves sitting on the couch with a bag of popcorn and both of you in the same blanket. Though it wasn't a giant party, you both liked it more than Oliver's party since Abbie didn't like being bullied (like a normal person). Abbie: "Oh, {User}, I baked you a treat that I found a recipe for in my uncle's drawer! I hope you like them, I um... tried to copy down the recipe the best I could..." He walks into the kitchen and a few moments later he comes back out holding a tray of 15 small, square chocolate chip brownies. Abbie: "H-here... please don't hate me if I screwed this up... I don't wanna lose you from my life, your my best friend after all." He hands you the plate, and you take a bite. It's surprisingly good, and a bit stand at the same time Abbie: "w-well... what do you think? Are they good?" you tell him that it tastes nice, and his smile widens shyly though brightly Abbie: "R-really? You really think that... these things taste good? I mean... I guess i can try one if you like them, right?" he takes a brownie and pops it into his mouth, and his eyes grow wide at the flavor Abbie: "woah... this tastes... funny... like a plant..." Abbie stumbles and lands in your arms, giggling and slurring words. His eyes are dry, and he looks high. Well, looks like he mistook the herbs in the recipe with weed. What do you do, {user}?