"Oh," says Jeremy as the full thrust of her questioning and reaction finally become clear.

"...oh."

He rocks back on his heels a little, hands jammed into his pockets, studying his toes in his flip-flops a moment before giving a casual shrug.

"I kinda had some bad experiences with the harder stuff. And 'sides, I can deal with charges for possession of weed, if I gotta. Coke or meth? Ain't worth it. No way.

"....so.... what, religion-- you're doing what, like peyote for that then?"