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He doesn't smoke, but the witch does, and he's in the witches realm now. This smoke isn't the same as the smoke that comes from his father's noxious tobacco. Burning herbs mix with the scent of floral black tea and perfume the air.
The witch cackles and offers him her pipe.
“No! There's no way I'll be able to think straight!!”
“But you'll empty out Kinzo’s liquor cabinet. Come on Baaaaaaatler, take a hit.” she cackled.
He grumbles, accepting the witches offer. He inhales deeply, then coughs as she cackles. He inhales again, and then it hits him: small bombs