Savory

The sat in there little corner taking long draws of sweet smoke and scenting the air with clove in a brief silence. “Must have been a while since the last time you smoked.” He said noting the slow long pull she took, as she savored it.

“Not meaning to pry or nothing. Just … found myself the only one who really smokes on the ship.” He shrugged. Jacey wasn’t fond of his voice but was too sweet to convince home to stop. Though she didn’t stand for it in her shuttle but that was fair.

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