Even though it was almost done, Rowan had the feeling that one or two more hits was her limit for the evening. She took one hit, let it out slowly and turned her head to look at him. "I was elated with a kiss and a flower last year, you know."

Taking her last hit off the joint, she passed it back, holding the smoke in her lungs for longer than previously, before exhaling slowly again. She also blinked slowly up at the sky. "And I know, I know. Nothing is simple with you. Yule was the perfect example of that one."