As coping mechanisms go, smoking it out wasn’t a very bad one. With all the healers running around it wasn’t like there was no chance of getting cured from lung cancer or whatever if any of them actually did contract it.

Maybe Jaya would change her apathetic point of view eventually, especially if someone she really really cared about got stuck in the middle of the wtfery and it ended badly. But that was a bridge to be crossed when she came to it, if she did at all. The idea of it would dance across her mind every now and again and then disappear again to be forgotten in lieu of more pleasant things. Really there was no reason for Terry to worry about her journal post. If there was anyone who’d gotten pissy over it, they hadn’t spoken up. And as the bitch factor generally went around here, there was probably always going to be someone who had her beat. According to some people, Jaya took that honor a lot of the time. Not that she ever particularly tried. It was just that her personality drastically clashed with certain other people’s.

And Terry also needn’t worry about her pick for a smoking buddy. Honestly, Jaya was always in the mood for finding new companions for drinking, partying, smoking, or all of the above. Most of the people she knew either weren’t always up for the task, or she disliked enough to not want to hang out with anyway. Already she had a good feeling Terry wasn’t going to fall in either of those categories. It was hard for her not to grin at the declaration of missing cigarettes. What smoker hadn’t been there? Digging her own pack out of the pocket of her jeans, she handed her pack that was about half full over so Terry could take one. “Of course you can. Like I’m gonna hold out on someone in need of a smoke?” Please. That is so not how she rolls.