Edibles are yummy and convenient, and most importantly don't wreck your lungs, but one thing Mrs. Orbert and I have noticed is that we've lost the feeling of communal experience. Passing a bowl back and forth, even just once, is a shared experience, and later we can reflect on how stoned we are. These days it's all edibles; she has her chocolates and I have my gummies, but even when we ingest together, it's just not the same. Part of it might be the time-delay effect, too. We partake, then we go watch a movie on TV or something, and sometime in the next 15-30 minutes we're buzzed. But it happens so gradually, there's no real "wow, I'm really stoned" moment. It just happens at some point. So I guess it wasn't that long ago. It was the switch to edibles that took away the "moment" and with it, the need to comment on it.
But I was never a fan of rolling J's. Back in college, I needed a machine, but even with legality and pre-rolls available (before the switch to edibles), they're just horribly inefficient when it's just two people. You hit it, then it sits there and burns while you're holding in your hit. And since one or two hits was all we needed anyway, we'd also need a way to put it out and somehow save the rest. J's are just so wasteful. With a bowl, it was simple; just cover it and it goes out. Stash it for later.