Genevieve leaned into the kiss. She could taste the cigarettes on his lips. People where she had grown up did not smoke. It was nothing they could afford anyway. If you had to decide between growing vegetables and growing tabacco, well, the choice was easy. So smoke for Gen was all John. When she went through the streets on earth and smelled it, she was immediately reminded of John.
"I think Lacey will be our rescue. These are the good ones. I gave the rest to Snuffles." The hellhound had devoured the burned gingernuts in quick bites. He enjoyed everything burned. "But I cut vegetables." She fished out other boxes from the basket and spread the on the blanket. Most things had been bought in Asgard.