Standing up as he took the jar, it was settled into his seat so he could hand over fist empty out his pockets, shaking the dust debris of it on the floor before taking his seat again, setting the jar between his feet as he settled back.

"You would have," he said, with a big of a huff, eyes locked back on his brother as he leaned his elbows on his knees. 'Barbeque fork' got a half chuckle too. "Could be worse, I guess. They could be demons.."

Glancing down at his weed with the question, Dante shrugged. "If it's not dried too much, I suppose. I'll.. go lookin tomorrow. Find a way to pay back your piece of paper. Why are you doing all this?"

Brotherly love only went so far, right? Dante had done well to avoid asking, to avoid booping their issues on the nose, but he couldn't keep to light small talk anymore, not when Vergil was trying so hard.