"I don't know if I've ever met twins," Kavinsky admitted, and shrugged. If he had, they were fraternal, like Jack, and so he'd only ever met the boys. There had certainly been no identicals at Aglionby, that he'd noticed. "So you two just kinda...balance each other out, you figure. Though, man, I can't imagine why she'd be weird about you smoking pots if she smokes cigarettes. Like, c'mon, girlie. Which one of those is processed industrially by the Man?"

Kavinsky shrugged and laughed. Then, he winked. "If you need a weed hook up. I am your man."