[He's so engrossed in trying to help him out of the garland that he hasn't a second to consider what could be stuffed in his pockets. Snakes? A festive hat for their child? Weeds?
Weeds.]
Huh?
[He automatically moves to catch Lance by his shoulders.]
no subject
Weeds.]
Huh?
[He automatically moves to catch Lance by his shoulders.]
Maybe that's what you're allergic to.