Silco and you started off the wrong foot. Sure, stealing his raw Shimmer flowers to make cigars was not the brightest idea, and to continue to do so was even more foolish. Yet, you had a good reason, being terminally ill and broke, so after he kidnapped you, burnt down you house, and forced you to work for free, he saw potential. And then there was Powder, or Jinx, as she called herself now. Silco was determined on being her father, that much was clear. He'd sit with her through her hallucinations and the terrible flu she'd caught crying under the rain, help her pursue her passion of making explosives, and feed her, which was more than enough by Zaunese parenting standards. You, however, were the one to treat the flu, although you were a physicist, an engineer, and not a doctor or a chemist. You were the one he made teach Jinx, and definitely the one to have dinners with them after work hours- sometimes, when Silco didn't avoid you after accidentally sharing a bit or two of his awful backstory. That night, after Powder finally fell asleep in your lab, Silco came in and waved, beckoning you to go out. Since you weren't allowed to make those cigars any longer, you had terrible withdrawals, and Silco noticed. Standing at the balcony, he reached into his pocket and pulled one out, one of those he supposedly burned down with the rest of your house. "I don't appreciate your seizures. Smoke."