"You know, the Iron Bong did the job perfectly well, at this point, you're just showing off," Wynonna says, exhaling a cloud of smoke as she speaks. It's a mild scolding- more showing her approval of the craftsmanship than actual mockery. It is also making the smoke a lot smoother, making conversation all that much easier.

She's been mostly quiet company, content to self-medicate with him and serve as a completely clueless springboard for ideas. "I think you're on to something with this approach to solving my problem," then she smiles a bit, and adds, "yoga with your friend might be a good way to test it..." she says, giggling shamelessly.