Alex takes the lighter and bends her head, cupping her hand around the cigarette until she's got it lit. She takes a drag, inhaling the scent of cloves that she thinks of as inherently Kavinsky. She thinks about it for a moment, and then she nods.

"Think that's probably for the best. Danny doesn't get too squirrely about weed, but the pills..." She shrugs. "We definitely don't mix well."