Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

Perfect. Not that Bruges had any bad intentions for the female- but getting a strange, very pretty stranger to take mushrooms for hi- especially with it being her first time- was definitely high up in his books of fun things to do. She imitated his actions, downing the mushrooms quickly, and then crunching into an apple to quell the sort of musty, dirty taste of the mushrooms. It would take some time before the mushrooms kicked in, especially for him as he was going in from a sober standpoint, but it didn't seem to take the female much time whatsoever. But with a metabolism like the one they had, tie passed quickly. 

She seemed to experience the effects first, and her comment came just as he began to slide into a state of giggly, giddy happiness. He smiled at her and rose to move closer, so he could be by her side as she experienced everything. "That's it," He said calmly, his voice reverbrating on the air and causing him to utter a small laugh. It sounded like he was speaking with an echo- and he knew, then, that he was starting to feel it. She was smiling, and that made him inexplicably happy. He reached over to touch his nose gently to her cheek, a featherlike, innocent touch that caused him to giggle, his voice light and high. "Look at you," He said, eyes browsing over her fur, which seemed to flicker, wave and bend, blending down into the greens of the grasses beneath her. "You're beautiful," He said. His words were soft and drawn out, slower than he would normally speak, but filled with warmth and wonder.