"First time a god's ever given me anything they didn't want interest on..." She said under her breath, almost inaudibly.

"Aww, c'mon..." She stubbed out her hand-rolled anyway. "These are pure American Spirits...which is weird I guess, neither of us are American. I think." She had, of course, no way to be certain. And so frequently the motherer of all her lost boys and girls, she was unused to anyone else showing even momentary concern for her, accounting for her momentarily losing her smoothness.