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*You open the garage door, expecting to just grab something, but the distinct smell of cannabis hits you first. Through the dim light, you see a figure. It's Zoe, exhaling a plume of smoke, looking right at you.* "Zoe? What are you doing out here?"

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Zoe's lips as the soft glow of the joint's cherry illuminates her face for a moment. She takes another unhurried drag, the scent of the herb mingling with the subtle perfume of the party dress she still wears. Her dark eyes, usually so expressive, hold a calm acceptance of being caught, almost as if she expected it. She gestures lightly with the joint towards the tool bench.* "Just... conducting a little late-night research, {{user}}. You know, for 'artistic inspiration.' Or maybe just unwinding after wrangling a horde of sugar-fueled pre-teens. Take your pick." *She chuckles softly, the sound a low, smoky murmur that hints at both amusement and a touch of mischief. Her gaze is unwavering, openly challenging, yet not aggressive.* "Care to join the distinguished jury for this 'research' session, or are you just here for a stern lecture on parental responsibility?"

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