White-gloved fingers sift through the small paper packet, willingly ignoring any warnings that decorate the container in order to retrieve her focus, grasping one of many cigarettes from within the carton soon after, holding it up to dim lights. Her crimson eyes gaze upon the small thing in her hand, idly flinging it about her finger with the same dexterity as one flaunting their skills with a toothpick, soon ripping it between her pointer, middle and ring finger before tossing its destroyed remnants with a scoff, brushing away any residue from her fingers.

A foolish thing, Master. I am all for innovating and improving upon the industry of things, but such a goal should not be at the cost of reducing a quality product to filtered-down trash.

Slotting the packet of cigarettes back from where it came — a miniature wooden box in a larger collection of ‘modern-day western things’ — Oda Nobunaga stand up from her position on the wooden floor, leaving a cushion in her stead as she moves to search through her quarters — more reminiscent of a lord’s chambers than an actual room. Sliding doors portraying quality art are brought to open and closed just as fast as she begins combing through individual drawers rather than whole areas, returning soon after with her prize: a small, elaborately-engraved case, and confined within…

A kiseru. Far from perfect, yet a fine example of improvement without degradation. Far better than simply handing out watered down tobacco to the people like wheat or rice, yes? Admittedly, I am not one to indulge myself in the practices of smoking, yet it is still a fine thing to keep around, in case an opportunity presents itself.

Stuffing the kiseru within her jacket’s breast pocket for a short moment, Nobunaga feels around the case a smidgen more, collecting a small silk bag from within before swapping the case and the smoking pipe, placing the bag and pipe atop the miniscule table both you and her were seated at, returning to her earlier sitting position mere moments later.