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Establish
Goemon didn't like cigarettes per se, though he occasionally smoked.
Jigen loved to smoke and couldn't live without cigarettes.
Eventually, they had come to an agreement:
Goemon could smoke his pipe at leisure, without Jigen butting in and making old man jokes.
And Goemon wouldn't make him "air out" before crawling into bed at temperatures below 12°Celcius.
Lupin returned to the hideout, wondering why Jigen was standing out on the makeshift porch in a fur coat, moonboots and a red scarf.
"How many?" he asked. Jigen shrugged. Lupin tilted a brow.
"Wrong brand?"
Jigen silently opened his coat to show his birthday suit underneath.
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No. I also don't know why my brain settled on this. Just remember: smoking's bad for your health.