“Lucien! How thoughtful of you to bring…” he paused, peering down at the bag the youth was clearly trying to hide. “–oregano!”
❝Yup. Was thinking about making pasta when I get home tonight,❞ he knows you’re onto him, old man. Casually, he slips the bag of what was CLEARLY NOT MARIJUANA into his pocket. He’ll deal with that later, for now, though, he has to get Joseph off his back. God, was he praying that Joseph would make this easy for him. Turning, he looks back up at Joseph, clearly uncomfortable in that angsty-teen sort of way.