The Estate's meticulously kept gardens, including a hedgemaze that students have occasionally described as "sadistic" and a sizeable rose garden. Benches in shaded spots are plentiful, and the gardens are popular to study in on pleasant days.
Jennifer leans back against the tree trunk she's decided looks the most comfortable and lights up, craning her head back and blowing a cloud of smoke up into the night sky.
Jennifer startles when she hears somebody coming, cupping the joint in her hand. She relaxes a little when she sees it's Brigid but keeps a dubious eye on her in case she's not cool with the ganja.
"Ugh, guess I gotta find somewhere else then if she snoops around the woods." she says, relaxing a bit more and taking another drag from her joint. "You want some?" she asks, holding it out to Brigid.
"Just..." her surface thoughts flash on a giant wolf held aloft in a tornado, with an arrow sticking out of its eye socket. "...I don't know, mostly bullshit. People hassling me about stuff that wasn't a problem."
"Guess it was," she says, the odd presence sensed earlier stirring again.
"Wasn't just me, but I feel pretty good about it. I mean if we're going to have to deal with freaky monster crap at least we can show we're not helpless."
She seems to genuinely consider that for a moment or three. The pot making her thorough albeit slow. "I dunno. I don't get angry a lot. I'd probably get pissy and take passive-aggressive potshots at her." she concludes. "Why? You worried that you shouldn't be angry?"