[Are you shitting him?? Weed? Ichimatsu stares at the thin, serrated leaves a bit harder before realizing that the asshole is... probably absolutely right. And not only is he right, but that's one of the plants that she grew for him specifically, which means... Connor is also right about that.]

[wtf.]

Yeah, you're a good dog.

[Said almost as an aside, in a much more pleasant tone. At least they're mutually agreed on one thing.]

[Then he turns back on Connor with a grimace.]

Like I had any idea what it was! All these damn seeds just kept showing up, so I asked her to plant some. What, are you a cop or something?