There had only been one time in this human form when AM had tried marijuana. It was from a curious exercise, something to do in this form, and perhaps it had loosened him up a bit. It had been what, a year ago? Ah, it was hard. He had lived for centuries, but only just over a year as a human. Just a small fragment of his overall life. And yet, it seemed so very grant, so vast, as if his sense of time had started all over again from birth.

Still, he could recognize the odors, at least somewhat. It was a strong odor, but it took him a moment to make the connection. Of course. Cannabis. A drug. Some happy person probably getting completely stoned.

And here all AM had wanted to do was to eat lunch.

He walked in amongst rising odorous smoke, trying not to cough. A pointed glare at the young man who was sitting there with a bong before he simply growled, "There are other places than the kitchen."