[ That small smile on Jesse's lips spreads a little wider. All of his suggestions are useless, really, given the circumstance they're in. But Ronan's idea - that will most definitely, surely work. He looks down to quickly portion out another bump on his hand, which he sniffs up hard and fast and with a sharp intake of breath that's accompanied with a grateful, rushed exhale. He hands the baggy over to Ronan. ]

Guess we better find a rocket firecracker among all these, then.

[ Small or big rocket - either would work. He steps over to the box while Ronan is helping himself to a hit and crouches down, reaching for the flashlight at the same time. Carefully, he starts rummaging through the box, pulling firecrackers out one and a time to inspect them with fascination. What a crazy, fascinating, disturbing, incredible gift Ronan has. Jesse can't help marvelling as he's going through the box: ]

Man... you're really something. [ He glances up at Ronan. ] You're a crazy, incredible weirdo.

[ Meant in the best possible way. ]