Sloth snapped his fingers at Greed to pass it back. "Don't hog it, dickweed," he said, his voice a little raspy. He wasn't used to talking much lately. When he got it back he eyed Greed as he inhaled the smoke, then made smoke rings as he exhaled.
"Where're you off to lookin all fancy?" he asked. By not addressing the problem, it was safely avoided once more, and moved on from never to be spoken of again.