[ A soft, husky sigh of a chuckle escapes Vanessa's lips, her eyes glinting with amusement at Johanna's assumptions. ]

Not quite.

[ She takes a slow drag from the joint, holding the smoke for a moment before slowly exhaling. Home. A word weighed heavy in her longing. It was perhaps the closest to a physical home she'd ever had, even if it never truly counted. ]

The house isn't truly here. It's merely a facsimile, a shadow of what was. As for motivation...well, that remains to be discovered.

[ Her gaze drifts momentarily, as if lost in thought, before refocusing on Johanna. ]

And no, I don't grow it. These were part of a supply I kept within the house. A small luxury.

[ There's scarcely a pause before she carries on. ]

But I suspect that you wished to meet so as to ask me something else.