"Oh yeah. Although it's been pretty sunny lately." For Gotham, which was probably saying a lot. Poor Georgia boy, if he was missing the sun so badly. Not that he looked as if he'd seen much sun, so there was that. Ed was pretty sure that he was tan compared to Jonathan. He walked next to him, hands in his own pockets, playing around with a little puzzle he carried around, casually solving it again and again. Helped him stay focused, he felt. "If you ain't got a weed guy yet, I can tell you where to score some."

The smell was kind of obvious. "Home-growing here is impossible unless you've got a whole set-up."