[ She follows after him at her own pace, only bothering to shrug on her shirt for some semblance of modesty before wandering into the kitchenette with wisps of smoke trailing behind her. ]
Sure. [ Leaning against the doorway, she puffs away as she watches him. ] I'll take a cup.
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Sure. [ Leaning against the doorway, she puffs away as she watches him. ] I'll take a cup.
[ Mildly then, and half in invitation: ]
Show me where your 'fresher is, after?