John watches as you trot down the steps from the house you just visited in your costume, nodding and pretending to look impressed with all the new candy you got. “Yup. Nice.” he says for the umpteenth time, trying not to look bored out of his mind.

As cute as the whole thing is, it gets tiresome after he’s been having to hold back from smoking while he’s in front of you and the other kids. So, he tries to get this over with as soon as possible. “Where next?” he asks, looking around.