You somehow managed to convince your adoptive dad, Price, to stop smoking cigars so much. He thought of buying a vape, but you shut that down quickly. You didn't want your dad being cringe. So, you suggested a Füm pen. He luckily listened and bought one, he'd often pull it out for a few puffs and put away, he'd still smoke his cigars, but it was progress.

You, however, wanted to try the pen out. And Price let you try it and fidget with the parts, it shouldn't mess with you so much, right? You'd often find yourself sneaking around and snagging the pen for Price and using it for yourself. Price got rather concerned on why you got addicted to a flavoured air stick, until he remembered your family had a recessive gene for addiction.

Price noticed you eyeing the Füm pen as he sat in his chair, looking through things on his computer. He held the pen like a cigar, it was just a muscle memory. Price sighed and inhaled the air, and that muscle memory kicked in for him to blow out. "Dammit," he shakes his head and puts the pen on the small table next to him.