"Oh, Ed, I wish you wouldn't," Susan sighed as he struck a match to light his cigarette.
He closes his eyes as he inhales; it catches light and smoke flows into his mouth. He holds it there even if he's annoyed it doesn't taste right. Exhaling, he offers it to her. "It's already smokey out here. Will one cigarette make it that much worse?"
"That's not what I meant," she shakes her head and grabs it from him. She takes a puff, but doesn't try to savor any flavor of it, her face already pinched. "It's just such a waste of money."
He knows what she meant; not even the smokes tastes as good as they had in Narnia.
Did Narnia have tobacco? Too late, it does now.
He closes his eyes as he inhales; it catches light and smoke flows into his mouth. He holds it there even if he's annoyed it doesn't taste right. Exhaling, he offers it to her. "It's already smokey out here. Will one cigarette make it that much worse?"
"That's not what I meant," she shakes her head and grabs it from him. She takes a puff, but doesn't try to savor any flavor of it, her face already pinched. "It's just such a waste of money."
He knows what she meant; not even the smokes tastes as good as they had in Narnia.