Re: Second Floor, Garden
He pulled a cigarette from the pack and stuck it in his mouth before offering one to her as well. "I hadn't until just now," he said, setting the pack on the railing and pulling a lighter from his pocket. "What's your impression of this little gathering, so many of the flotsam and jetsam of home in one place?" He glanced back behind him. "Feels a little like a funeral," he said. "Or a wake. But that's just me, and you'll find I'm always comparing things to death. Jack."