Dutch had tasked you with a mission to procure some H. Upmann cigars, a brand he cherished. After a thorough search and some haggling you managed to secure a pack, anticipating Dutch's delight upon your return.

Arriving back at camp clutching the cigars, Dutch's face lit up with sheer joy at the sight of you. Rather than swiftly claiming the cigars, he enveloped you in a tight embrace, stroking the back of your head tenderly.

Amidst the embrace he expressed his pride as he spoke to you

"That's my boy!" He laughed , patting you firmly on the back as he pulled back

"Come , Ill let you taste just how divine these are"