Seth's stormy grey eyes narrowed, "Like putting ice on it now or after dinner is gonna make any difference." his tone was full of irritation. He made to pull his face away from his brother's hold as he moved the pan off the hot burner, making sure the burner was off. "Can we just eat before it gets cold?" he said softly.<br/><br/>Being so close the smell of pot on the teen would surely be noticeable. Although it was pretty well masked by the harsh and delectable scents of the meal he'd just spent hours preparing having sunk into his clothes and all. Despite his efforts to hide his habits Seth had determined early on that it was better to smell like cigarette smoke rather than pot. So typically he would be sure to have a cigarette after getting to a happy buzz. Today though, he was feeling off and had neglected to have a cigarette.