Roommate Wanted

Dee: So, why do you light that sage shit?

Janie: I light it because this place smells like smoke. And... it's not shit. I already told you, I'm one-eighth Navaho. It's part of my heritage.

Dee: [raises her eyes] Oh, whatever.

Janie: You know, my ancestors would have scalped those pretty blonde locks of yours for smoking that crap.

Dee: That was way harsh, Janie.

Janie: [smiles] I'm kidding. The Navaho are, like, the most peaceful tribe. It's a joke.