"Then I best stay stocked up on my rollin'." His lop-sided grin slides from her face to the ceiling while he takes another drag. Sweeney savors the still as long as he's able. It's easier to chase after it here with her.

"We should find a pipe that suits ya." It makes sense. He isn't sure why he didn't think of it before. Sweeney peeks back at her without turning his head.

"Would surprise ya with one, but ya really should get ta feel 'em out."