[Jack nurses his smoke along like the precious thing it is, and there's a relaxation in the intent of it, something that makes him look subtly younger. He smiles, still in a comfortable crouch, back to the cold wall of the entranceway.]
Did you ever figure out what you'd caught a taste for?
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[Jack nurses his smoke along like the precious thing it is, and there's a relaxation in the intent of it, something that makes him look subtly younger. He smiles, still in a comfortable crouch, back to the cold wall of the entranceway.]
Did you ever figure out what you'd caught a taste for?