Juliet reaches out and covers his hand for a second, a soft smile in her eyes.

"Don't inhale too hard, like you would a cigarette. Slow draw, okay?"

She lights hers in demonstration, sitting up now and taking a slow, steady drag on her own. She holds it for a few seconds before exhaling.

"See? Smooth. And hmm. Let's see." Juliet settles back down beside him on her back, takes another hit as she thinks. When she exhales this time, she turns her head to look at him.

"And I had you as stereotypical T-Bird type in my head. You know, the popular school jerk who wins over the quiet shy girl from an island who probably never heard a genuine compliment until him."

She's amused too, but she's also just a little curious. Juliet has never questioned him about his childhood, and they both know why.