[ He's been too busy watching her breathe in the smoke from the hookah to really consider the differences between weed and elfroot, taking in the rise and fall of her chest with the breaths, but now that she's asked, he blinks as he takes the hose from her and draws another pull of it into his lungs before letting it out through his nose and mouth. ]

Less harsh than weed can be. Sweeter, in a way? Weed comes in a...buncha different strains. But I like this. Ain't smoked out of a hookah in forever, either.

I feel it a bit already. [ He hums a chuckle before pulling his hand away from her back and using his arm to prop himself upright a bit. ] Back home we called it high, or faded. When you drink with it, then it's crossfaded.