Juniper inhaled. Even though he shouldn’t have.
“Oh, shut up,” Juniper mutters, taking another drag. “I’m a grown-up faery, I can smoke mind-altering substances if I want.”
I know, I know. I’m just not sure the hallucinogenic that’s laced with is a great call.
“Whatever. It’s not like I’m doing anything important.”
Indeed, Juniper was not doing anything particularly important. He’d been sort of bumming around the woods since his court appearance, just kind of lost.
“What am I supposed to do? The queen and Daffodil have the centaur stuff under control. I’d just be in the way.”
I think that you could be a pretty strong asset.
“They’ll be fine without me.”