Jim offered a weak smile and nodded to the empty cushion next to him on the couch. Amanda sighed dramatically, plopping herself down and leaning back for a good stretch.

"Plans for the day?" Jim asked, flicking the lighter to life and circling the flame over the bowl.

"Nope. I'm off today and I'm not doing anything. Not even gonna get dressed," Amanda exclaimed before breaking into a yawn.

Jim smiled again and nodded, tilting his head back and blowing a stream of smoke up towards the ceiling. Without looking he handed the lighter and pipe to his daughter, knowing the procedure of their morning routine quite well at this...