"Mary Jane." That actually doesn't explain anything, little sis. But at least the she part of that tells him it wasn't drugs that helped you, so there's that. "You wanted to come to this?"

Derek looks over his shoulder, nostrils flaring as he inhales dozens of different scents. Some are human, others not. He recognizes some, others... His gaze lands briefly on the bright orange form of Sookie Stackhouse before he turns back to face his sister.

"Food's not all that great."