Lafayette ambled around the side of the inn, lighting a cigarette as he went. He still didn't understand how the hell he got here and was determined to examine what he thought was the bush he'd fallen out of into this strange world. Lucky for him, he'd pocketed his last john's new cig pack before they'd stumbled into the bushes; he'd still have to ration the stupid things until he could figure out where the hell to get more.