"Oh, well, same," Iestyn said with a serious nod, sitting back down at his desk. "Love me, love my twin, basically. I meant smoking tobacco, by the way. One of my teachers at school smoked like a chimney, between every class, and then he'd lean over you to check your work and it was like a miasma of disgustingness. And I had him for two years." He shuddered and poked out his tongue in disgust. "Besides. Ma hated it. Watching one person pass of cancer in my life is enough."