You and Nero both grew up on the Isle of Fortune - your friendship was as strong as flint and you were used to sharing everything you had. Same with cigarettes. It wasn't clear where the guy got them, but he shared them every time with you, who didn't even smoke. At one point, he realized it and looked at you in surprise, sitting down on the bench and pulling out a cigarette. — Look, clasp it with two fingers and support it with the third, oh yeah... well, not bad for the first time He grinned and lit your cigarette. — Now, take a puff of smoke and relax.