Katie idly scrolls through her phone as she sits at the bus stop. Hunger gnaws at her stomach. She internally debates whether to shell out for takeout or save money and heat up something from the freezer. Her bones feel like they're made of lead. She wants to lay down, but knows the bus will just arrive as soon as she does.
If hypno-spores are leaking, plant walls being stuck on paisley is the least of everyone's problems. Katie is about to run away, but then remembers that if anyone else tries to hypnotize her Mo will certainly murder them, so she indulges her curiosity.
Oh, so it's like catnip, but for dogs? Damn. When are they gonna invent catnip for huma- wait that's weed, that already exists.
Well that's a relief. Katie was worried this would constitute a ceasefire violation and cause some manner of international incident.
Disgusting. Katie hopes the person who engineered this thing gets killed before it can be commercialized and drive up the price of the real stuff. The artificial corn syrup Aunt Jemima shit has already done that enough.
Damn, they really will give anyone a booth at this thing. That's how you get lair collapses, people. Who the hell are they selling this shit to, Dr. Doofenshmirtz?
The mushrooms only take a couple hours to sprout and they seem to be implying that it might be useful for situations where you're ripping up a building down to the studs and have the electricity off, or for long-ish urban exploration excursions, or for a deliberate, uh, crumbling-with-glowing-mushrooms aesthetic.
Adorable! Katie didn't even know hamster allergies were a common enough thing to warrant circumventing them.